Day 56
Friday.
I haven’t spent much time or space on the numbers in a bit. Here’s where things stand:
There have been nearly 77,000 deaths in the United States. The first death in the U.S. was announced February 29. A total of more than 1.2 million cases have been reported.
Worldwide: More than 200,000 people have died. Total cases are more than 3.9 million.
These numbers are remarkable. Even more so when looked at over the short time we all have been living this reality. On March 1, there were 76 cases in the U.S. Seventy-six. Now, just over two months later, 1.2 MILLION.
Other coronavirus-related news:
President’s Trump’s valet and Vice President Pence’s press secretary both tested positive. The White House staff seems to have access to daily testing. Yet nationwide there are still not enough tests.
The jobless rate is now 14.7%, the highest since the Great Depression.
Many of the parks in town are opening up again.
And, though it has been springlike for much of the week, with hammock time and basketball and walks outside,
A Polar Vortex is expected to bring snow SNOW tomorrow.
The forecast for hurricane season looks bad.
This very moment:
It’s 5:15 p.m.
I have pizza dough rising for dinner.
I am sitting in my bed with white noise playing in my ears.
And I smell popcorn.
Today, after grocery shopping and work and figuring out what is for dinner, I feel exhausted and aimless and, as I texted Sarah, out of sorts. With no structure other than my work obligations, I feel aimless sometimes. Like I’m missing something or forgetting something. Like there should be more of something.
But there is only more news. More cases. More deaths. More uncertainty.
Soon I will get out of bed, slice onions and put them on the stove to caramelize, shred cheese, prep other toppings: sundried tomatoes, onions, garlic. I will go through my well-honed process of making five pizzas, ending with my own, which I will eat, sitting on the couch, without anywhere else to be.
Stay safe, everyone.