John Wise

What a horrible time to be in Arizona after the rains and a wild bloom of allergens. How are we supposed to differentiate a dry cough caused by coronavirus from a dry cough brought on by pollen? Add a bit of early morning headache due to slightly sensitive sinuses, and in minutes; one might diagnose oneself with full-blown COVID-19, never mind that there’s no fever. A couple of hours later, whatever hysterical symptoms we thought we were feeling subsided. By midday, after being home all day and snacking a bit too much, a nap starts to sound good, but is this a sign of fatigue? Better go for another walk. With all the walking and beautiful sunshine, it’s easy to feel pretty good over the course of the day.

Out on our walks, the landscape is still lush due to all the soaking things have gotten and the birds of spring are active and full of song. Caroline has taken to bringing our binoculars with her while we are underway, and along our path, she’s been spotting Gila Woodpeckers, Starlings, House Finches, Anna’s Hummingbirds, and Great-tailed Grackles. Occasionally, we spot a lizard in the sun, but not for long before it scampers out of view.

It being Saturday, this is typically a good day to connect with the Engelhardt’s and that’s what we did this afternoon for about two hours. Skype with video connectivity is a treasure, but jeez, do I wish we were in Germany right now? If they shut down that country, there will not be looting, but here in America, that’s a situation that authorities might have to contend with. Oh, how nice it would be to be somewhere where people are going to sing or simply accept the free time to dig deep into their hobbies and minds and not fret about the end of the world.

Caroline is busy over at her sewing machine trying out how to make face masks. It’s a slow process making the first one as she’s checking out what size to make for me and what size would be best for her. What works for me sits nearly over her eyes, so adjustments are being worked on.

Time for another walk while trying to avoid the larger world and its heavy questions.

How long until the call for the removal of an ineffective president? How long will we stand for those in office who profited off their knowledge of the pandemic while not warning Americans or simply staying quiet as they watched the storm approach? Who will work to reassure an America that is likely on the edge of panic?

Our current situation has been exacerbated by a narcissistic mirror image of who many Americans had become themselves: shallow and greedy, content to simply look better than someone else. We are on the precipice of reaping what we’ve sown. Years ago, in learning computer programming we were taught about GIGO – garbage in, garbage out. After fifty years of Twinkies, sitcoms, reality TV, Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, celebrity for celebrity’s sake, and the worshipping at the foot of wealth, we are not prepared intellectually to understand the gravity of our self-obsession and preoccupation with banalities that make the group dumber and produces the damage of garbage in, garbage out.

We could rise out of this better, or we can wallow in the fear of uncertainty. Sadly, our leadership is directly responsible for creating much, if not all, of the uncertainty. Why nobody around the maniacal enfant fickkopf is sidestepping him to speak the truth feels like a catastrophe. I see kowtowing of officials as if Nero, Stalin, Pol Pot, Hitler, and Kim Jong-il were all rolled into one man who has become a kind of Mango Mussolini. It is almost 30 days since this high school dropout, former drug addict, idiot savant, whose major questionable skill is talking, first wrote about the COVID-19 tsunami. Senators with firsthand knowledge of the implications of what was taking place moved two weeks earlier than that to liquidate stock holdings to protect themselves while toeing the line of Commander Sycophant by not saying a word about their impressions of the impending problems. By mid-day, most of the Senators were cleared of having acted in bad faith, but one still stands out, and while he says his decision was driven by what was in the news, it still appears untoward.

With Trump abdicating the traditional role as president, it appears we’ll fracture into 50 or so statewide presidents in the form of our governors while the Justice Department is trying to suspend certain constitutional protections, including habeas corpus, as long as they decide their definition of emergency warrants it. So while the rest of the world just deals with their shitty hand, we have a government that is apparently afraid that we’re going to have an unmanageable uprising with looting and other fuckery. That’s it; my daily political screed is over.

Today is the eighth day of eating at home, and while we certainly stocked up for a solid two weeks (actually a bit more), I’m curious how much money we are saving by not going out to eat. Then, just as I wonder how much we are saving, I also start wondering how places like Dominick’s and Eddie V’s are doing, considering they are on the top end of luxury dining here in Phoenix. Turns out that both are still open and offering food to go. Visiting Dominick’s website, I learned that not only do they deliver, but you can drive up, and they’ll bring your meal out to your car. Well, this, then, is one of the world’s most expensive drive-thru “fast food” joints I might ever have the opportunity to visit. The idea of eating a tomahawk ribeye and Caroline enjoying their amazing scallops after we pull around the corner to snarf our $150 lunch down as though we just picked up food at In & Out is an opportunity too surreal to pass up. I’ll post impressions after we visit Dominick’s Drive-thru.

Committed to not diving into another pool of bad news, I tuned into a documentary about Darwin, California, on the edge of Death Valley so I could be witness to their tragedy, which might make my own seem less impactful. Hmm, this is the first movie or feature-length anything I’ve watched since October when we took in Lighthouse with Willem Dafoe. Not sure I can finish it as at 22 minutes into the film the trainwreck is on a collision course with tragedy.

Walking took me 19,182 steps around the neighborhood. It took me 175 active minutes to cover almost 9 miles or 14.5 kilometers.

Of course, Millennials don’t care about protecting others; they are not Homo Sapiens. Some years ago, back in October 2015, I wrote a story for my TimefireVR blog about “A New Species.” In that article, I postulated an idea that Homo Sapiens at a genetic level had realized its species was doomed and that unbeknownst to any of us, our genetics had mutated with an effort to create a new type of person that would be ready for a future not based on our mindless locust-like tendencies. The earth needs a version of humans that will care for and respect the planet, while Homo Sapiens have proven they are not capable. This is the dawn of that new beginning. Look at the clear waters in the canals of Venice, the clean air over China, and soon the unpolluted air over America. The age of the selfish Sapien is closing, giving rise to Homo Intelligens. You can read my old story by clicking the date above or clicking here.

Back on February 27, 2010, I published an article about Universal Basic Income called the W.I.S.E. Theory or World Income Stabilization Economic Theory, which was premised on a made-up character named Dr. Joseph Marcusia (not the real name of the barista I used as a reference model). The main idea behind my concept was that each American is potentially worth $100,000 and is taxed at 100% until they start working. Then, over time, with further education, community participation, volunteering, etc., the person would move into lower tax brackets until reaching higher and higher incomes before plateauing, which would then allow them to opt out of the UBI. Read this article by clicking here or the date above.

Last November, my post was called, There’s No Time to Waste, about how precious our time here is and how much of it is flittered away. Right about now, I think there are a lot of people considering the conditions of what they have to look forward to and the danger that a resource that most take for granted is devilishly intertwined with the general health of the collective and not just the individual.

I Am The Toad was penned on April 24, 2019, and was written from the perspective of a toad that lectures us about our feeble 200,000-year existence on earth, where frogs and toads have lived for 370 million years, and how we were creating our exit due to environmental pressures we were carelessly exerting on our planet.

It’s as though my writing was building up for this time when we humans might reawaken to what’s important, such as all things beautiful. On March 14, 2019, I published my story titled Excruciating Beauty, which laments our ugliness and ends with me stating that We need to learn to share more beauty and create more happiness.

Writing one year ago this month was a busy time. My mind was engaged in larger existential questions and as I delve through these old blog entries tagged as Thoughts, I find many relevant topics that will hopefully find resonance in people should we escape the sickness that is just getting started. A day before the previous entry, I penned this one, titled Living / Dying, where I posited: It takes a man dying to let people know he’s lived a good life while a man alive may never let anyone know he is alive at all. We pop into existence with all the potential of something that approaches the infinite or at least as much as human capability allows. Then, too often, we squander our most limited resources before we pop out of existence to join the astral plane. What did we do to validate our existence, not necessarily for others, but for ourselves?

And then, just the day before writing of our very existence, I was talking about being Torn Asunder. This March 12th, 2019, blog post looks at our division and mistrust and now today, nearly a year later, we are being asked to trust and come together for the common good. Where was the leadership asking this of us when times were GREAT?

Just a day before, the flurry of thoughts that were consuming me had me ask, Here is our disconnect. While we’ve been entertaining ourselves to death, the force of nature has been busy creating the conditions that will task us with the herculean chore of rearranging the molecular structure that is embodied in the fabric of our existence and that of being knowledge-driven entities. How, then, do we go about placing the 21st-century equivalent of the shovel into the clutch of humans who need to get to work building our future? This is a fragment from The Enigmatic Age of Digital Complexity.

March 10th, 2019, I find myself writing Love Your Time as, over the course of all my years of sharing thoughts, it seems that LOVE has been an ever-present theme.

I’m going to end this Self-Isolation Day 6 entry with a nod to what I wrote on February 27th, 2019, titled We Are Neanderthals. Here’s an excerpt:

I feel overwhelmed by the awareness that we are squandering the resource of knowledge by pandering to a majority we dare not ask to abandon their primitive base nature. We are rewarding behaviors incompatible with a species at the cusp of ever-greater enlightenment…

…As a society and species, we are marginalizing the better half of our potential found in caring, thinking, sharing, and cultivating a culture that has largely been relegated as being secondary to a perceived constant threat from the “other.”

Then, before calling it quits, I remember I wanted to track my exercise regime here. I managed to eke out 16,600 steps, which comes to 7.7 miles or 12.5km, which somehow let me capture 152 active minutes. I was about to hit save when I thought of something missing from these previous days. To stay healthy during our plague, we must be vigilant in washing our hands and maintaining social distancing; meaning stay at least 6 feet or 2 meters away from others, exercise, get proper sleep, and try to minimize the need to visit shops or other people. While it’s not a forced quarantine yet, I’m guessing that’s coming right around Monday. *Update: Not 2 minutes after posting this, I go to Drudge Report and see that the Washington Examiner is reporting that as soon as the National Guard and Military are in place, this will probably be announced before the end of the weekend.

Two and a half miles in before 8:00 and no ugly virus news that’s triggering deeper thoughts of gloom.

Last night, I caught Pablo Vazquez on the Blender channel (3D stuff, if you don’t know) announcing that he’d be doing daily broadcasts of various things while the world is quarantining.

Then, this morning, Colin Benders is on again broadcasting from his home in Holland. Colin is a musician who, in this incarnation of his career, has been exploring Eurorack synth stuff. While this is just awesome, it’s going to overlap with Pablo’s stream when he starts up at 9:00; good thing all this valuable content is recorded so we can catch it at any time. Early in the stream, someone mentioned watching Hainbach just prior, and my initial understanding was that he was live streaming, but alas, it’s a recorded video – still worth watching though. Just minutes later, after contacting Hainbach in Berlin, I learned that he would be streaming tomorrow night yay!

It’s becoming rapidly evident that many creators are stepping up their streaming game in an effort to help distract people from the isolation of being quarantined. Meanwhile, Caroline is trying out a guided meditation with jellyfish in the background, courtesy of the Monterey Bay Aquarium’s Facebook channel. What a great start to the day.

Ten thousand steps in before lunch and merely a perfunctory look at the news makes me feel that my mental health is already improving.

Fifteen thousand steps before 3:00 p.m.

Working on Caldo de res Mexican beef soup and enjoying all the cooking at home. we’ll see if I’m still singing that song when we break into the soy curls.

I struggled yesterday and this morning as I consider just purging the next few paragraphs. What I’m writing about seems so self-evident in light of everything that’s going on, but then I think that in some years, as I look back at all of this, regardless if I was way off base and far too concerned, maybe I’ll better remember these moments where the entire global population was dealing with something most of us could have never dreamed would actually happen in our lifetimes.

Fuck, I had to go and look at the news. Today has already seen 4,836 new cases in America and 57 deaths. California is projecting that 25.5 million people in its state alone will be infected within the next eight fucking weeks. So, we are waiting to shut everything down for what? Is Donald Trump waiting for the stock market to jump back, for his poll numbers to improve, and for Hillary to join the race? We have panic shopping and hoarding with only 244,000 people infected globally, and California is anticipating 100 times that in the next 60 days. This would be an absolute failure of the American government to have acted when in China, with 1.38 billion people, they only have 81,000 cases after nearly 90 days of this shit? Mental health is moving back out the window. Hey, U.S. government a-holes, what are we going to do as a country when California grows so much of our food sees an epidemic that cripples one of the most important areas of farming for our ENTIRE COUNTRY?

Fleeting moments of panic are not where I want to go, as anxiety won’t see any of us through this.

This is just stupid. Not only must I avoid the news in the morning I need to stop looking at it during the day. The problem is that I can’t be objective, and I can’t not project where this could go. Sure, 600,000 to a million dead in California is not the end of the earth, but the ensuing chaos and how to dispose of that many bodies in a short period of time when those corpses are infectious, meaning people will need hazmat suits to move them at a time when nurses are allegedly already using bandanas in lieu of proper masks, presents a logistics nightmare where I could see people trying to escape the horror of that state.

While I want to look away and stop putting my own flavor of paranoia atop an already shit situation, I feel I must look and consider these things (though true, I’ve always been a horrible reader of the future) as this is a catastrophe of proportions I’ve never witnessed. I’ve tried imagining the despair felt during plagues when an invisible enemy hunted you down and killed you, and now here we are in the age of the internet and we are watching the slow-motion creep of terror wash over the earth in real-time.

The bigger deal, though, is that there’s a risk of these crazy events overwhelming me when what I should be doing is nothing more than enjoying my time with Caroline. Cooking for her, stopping to hug her while she works, and enjoying our 24/7 time together.

Finally, my walking routine hit 22,139 steps with 10.3 miles (16.7km) and 196 active minutes to get there.

The collective efforts that are required right now are showing America that the individual CANNOT go it alone. As a matter of fact, we are complaining about those conditioned to their cores that they are on their own and that survival of the fittest is the ONLY game plan. And then, on a dime, they are not allowed to be rugged individuals anymore but must think of the impact they could make on others. Empathy is rising, the government is recognizing the need to support ALL people during this crisis, and our supremely efficient and greedy corporations that reward themselves and their shareholders handsomely are asking for our money to support their poor decisions. Individual people did not ask for this virus, and due to income inequality and lack of health care, they are rendered extremely vulnerable while our corporations and governments slice up a fat pie amongst themselves, all the while stating they couldn’t afford concessions to the weakest and poorest members of society. Who is thinking that the OLD way of doing things is just fucked?

There’s been talk about seeing the negative effect of globalization and that this will change manufacturing going forward. I don’t see how this will impact any of that. Prior to the virus, America had about 4% unemployment, and many companies were struggling to attract employees. If we were to attempt to create manufacturing jobs in this country, who would fill those positions? We’d need immigrants, but we’ve been building walls, letting people from South and Central America know they are unwelcome. While I think there are plenty of Americans, who’d like to welcome over white Europeans, who of them would come to a country without a social safety net? So we can dream of bringing manufacturing back, but that’s idiocy for a country that’s been pushed to the type of hostility towards others as we have now. And, if anything, we are going to have an even greater need for white-collar computer workers as we realize the importance of online shopping services, telemedicine, electronic medical billing efficiencies, and jobs that allow people to work remotely with the bandwidth and services they require. Regarding this last point, my wife and for one small example, could benefit the coastal economy of Oregon while maintaining work in Phoenix if we could spend time working from Yachats or some other idyllic place along the sea. This way, we would maintain two places to live, but if investors continue to drive the price of rentals up and hurt small-town economies, we cannot spend that time and money in a rural town that is too expensive and does not serve our needs because services are lacking.

All of this is about leadership and thinking that we do not have at the top of our government or corporations. I wish that Donald Trump would announce he’s not seeking a second term and that the Republican party would try fielding a candidate that moves them away from their neo-fascist platform and give first priority to working as a nation instead of a bunch of animals afraid they won’t get to eat at the corpse of the fallen animal before the jackals and vultures descend. We really have become a nation of idiots where WE are allowing our president to call COVID-19 the China virus because he’s a petty manchild reflecting exactly what his base is. This is not about liberal or conservative views; this is about humanity and the obvious position we are in right now, with an emphasis on WE.

While trying to shift focus to my hobbies, I can’t help but answer the occasional call of those who are concerned, and once again, I’m going over my observations and trying to share the positives.

In the meantime, I continue to scour the street for trash, and on my second monitor, I have the jellyfish of Monterey Bay Aquarium pulsing by in the light blue ether of their home outside the ocean as I look for something to soothe the fraying edges.

My exercise regime took a hit today due to some on-again, off-again rain we were getting, but still, I managed to get 152 active minutes squeezed into 16,800 steps or 7.82 miles (12.7km).

This isn’t a blog post as much as it’s a ramble of thoughts that streamed through my head today.

If more people could work from home, an electric bike, scooter, trike, or Citroën Ami might be adequate for the majority of a person’s life aside from long-distance travel.

Marijuana needs to be made recreationally legal across America right now, so businesses making edibles for the sick have products for anybody in need of pain or stress relief.

These days are starting to feel like I’m on Ecstasy as I want to reach out to everyone I know and make sure they’re okay. Until it turns into a bad acid trip where the green slime monsters of a different dimension start poking at my sense, begging to know what normal is.

Music might make a dramatic shift as the tone turns somber to reflect the grief that is about to enter society.

Movies and TV will have to change focus as reality is altering what’s important. What worked previously as reality TV and escapist movies will need to focus on how to help people heal. Surviving a stupid island challenge or wondering who’s going to marry whom will seem trivial and full of contrivance while people are recovering from losing loved ones.

Will art take on a somber air that brings our senses to the contemplation of things such as sharing, mutual responsibility, and how greed systems stacked a world of abundance in such a way that put billions at risk having to suffer great anguish while the wealthy could afford to isolate in luxury?

If you are ten years old, you’ve lived 520 weeks, 20 years old, 1,040; if you are 40 years old, you’ve already lived 2,080 weeks, and yet people are complaining about giving up 2 to 6 weeks in order to save those who are susceptible to the worst effects of the virus. Even those who survive but require hospitalization might never have a normal life after what is called recovery due to reduced lung capacity. I’m nearly 57 years old and have lived an incredible 2,964 weeks already, so 0.0007% of my life where I need to stay home to contribute to protecting others seems like nothing at all.

I hope we as a society do well during this crisis as the world looks to America for inspiration when we team up and win with our collective spirit, or else China and Russia will be indulging in our cake in the future.

Our leasing office has closed. How do people move during this time? They don’t. They are closing the gym and even the gas barbecues. I guess if someone can claim they got the virus from a community asset, then the owner or management company for the property could be sued.

People are still out on cruises; can they get home soon enough?

Listen to the sky; do you hear airplanes? Listen outside your home, is it quiet?

I find an immediate need to change my routine, starting with how I turn to the news, email, and social media first thing after I wake. My email informs me about the services I use that are closing or changing the way they operate. There’s some relief in social media thanks to a good amount of humor in my feed and useful information that pertains to my hobbies and interests but still has scare stories woven into it all. The news media is desperately trying to carry anything that is not COVID-19 related, but I don’t think some quarterback for a football team should be headline news. So, instead of a quick pass on anxiety-inducing stuff that carries with Caroline and me when we go out on our first walk of the day, we’ll just get going, and the song of the birds can help us greet our new day.

How long till the skies over your city return to blue?

Sadly, I think we’ll see a huge spike in suicide as people turn hopeless in their isolation and loneliness, questioning what the value of waiting to die is. Depression can be exacerbated by too much distancing, and with the news media now telling Americans that their neighbors are stocking up on guns and ammunition, how can people help but think that this is some kind of apocalyptic situation?

The granular obsession with outlier cases of sensationalist news must come to an end. Normal is not the carjacking, mass shooting, or home invasion. Those are tragedies that elevate random, infrequent acts of despair upon victims who must then endure everyone else in society being witness to the violation of their sense of security, happiness, or worse, life itself.

To everybody who’s ramped up or started making content to share with the world, thank you. My hobbies are a constant learning endeavor, so as more of that type of media is created, the more entertainment I have to distract me from scouring sources that trigger my curiosity to follow up on chaos.

I need a media aggregation source that I can subscribe to the types of information I want while bypassing advertisements, but also that uses my subscription fee to pay the producers for what I actually consume. Why is it still so hard to help individuals? Sure, I can subscribe to them on Patreon or back them with their Kickstarter or GoFundMe campaign. I can send them cash via Paypal or Venmo, but these in piecemeal will fatigue my desire to send money to so many individuals if I could have an account for $20 a month where $18 of it was split between individual content creators and not corporate entities then I’d be happy as a clam.

Today is not really Tuesday or a workday; it’s a day where the weather is happening, birds are singing, and people are walking and riding bikes. Strangely enough, it is also the first day that people out on the street are offering greetings as we pass. This is a day to take a deep breath, and look forward to taking another walk and appreciating how wonderful it is to have that opportunity.

Hey America, please stop throwing wet wipe sanitizers and Kleenex out of your car window. I’ve been out in our neighborhood for the past six months with a bucket and grabber picking up trash, but in the past week, I’ve seen an explosion of wet wipes and Kleenex. I guess people don’t want their own trash in their cars. Well, you need to stop because birds pick some of this up to build their nests, and if you’ve thrown something infected out your window, you need to consider what would happen if this virus was transmitted to a bird and then yet another even more virulent strain of this was to infect us. Be polite and stop littering RIGHT NOW.

I dare you to look through my blog. On the right, in my TAG cloud, you can click on Europe, Oregon, or Yellowstone, for example, to peek into my wife and my lives. Look at what our normal was. I don’t know how things will be different on the other side of what we are just now starting to maneuver through as a species, but I’m guessing it might not be the same. Over the last 20 years, we have been focused on finding a balance between the demands of economic participation and the treasure of not taking anything for granted. We’ve been asked many a time how we tolerate staying in a cheap $ 29-a-night motel but I feel that those people put more value on sheets and a shower than on seashells and shorebirds. All of a sudden, I found myself wishing for the ease of returning to our favorite place because it was convenient and easy. For the most part, the places we visit are never very crowded because the shopping or lodging options aren’t what people want on a vacation. The flow of a river, mist illuminated by a glowing sun casting beams into the rainforest, or an old lady tending her cows on a farm on the Great Plains are sights and memories that, for right now, only belong to us and are mostly inaccessible to the majority of humanity as quarantines are spreading.

People too often turn their noses up at the simple things in life. When Caroline and I talk about our culinary adventures with people, they recoil wondering how we could eat such things while they go on, never altering a diet that relies on the same 30 foods from a planet where, up until now, we’ve been sharing an incredible wealth of cultural and culinary riches. To be honest, I should be happy that our favorite places are largely of no real interest to the masses as when we pass through where they go, they leave a trail of trash and a cascade of noise as they effectively pillage a serene environment so it mimics their chaotic home life.

Already starting to work through our dried beans and smoked meats for dinner tonight. I made a crockpot concoction of Kraski Svinjski Vrat, which is a dried and smoked chunk of pork butt popular in the Balkan region, with beans called Grah Krupni Bijeli, which translates to Large White Beans popular in Hungary. I added an onion, a few peppercorns, and two bay leaves, cooked it overnight, and am enjoying it as I write this. So, while we can’t travel right now, we can at least enjoy the flavors of the world around us.

The granola came out of the dehydrator this afternoon after being in the machine for the past two days, and now we are resupplied with over 5 pounds of the homemade stuff.

Our pattern for homemade surgical masks has been decided on and purchased through ProperFit Clothing; it feels nice to support others during these times. Last week, I bought the metal twist ties, elastic band, bias tape, thread, and various tea towels and put an order in for MERV-13 air filters that I’m supposed to retrieve from Home Depot tomorrow. The filters will be chopped up and put into a pocket in the mask with a layer of carbon filter cloth that will let us get seriously close to something over 90% efficiency. The only problem is this pattern calls for a different type of elastic so we’ll have to venture into the outside world beyond our neighborhood; scary. Just kidding about the scary part.

Mission accomplished, but like fools, we dipped into Costco as my obsession with apocalypse tourism is seemingly unquenchable. Seeing we were there, I picked up another bag of Brussels sprouts, as there won’t be anybody hoarding those, and a couple of containers of raspberries. As for the rest of the store, OMFG, we must be within just a few days of rationing as it appears the system is being depleted. As we walked in, we were warned by a sign of what was out of stock, including the following: ground beef and most all other beef, pork, chicken, rice, flour, sugar, bread, dog food, and all the other obvious items I need not list.

It’s apparent that we are entering a quarantine mindset even though we are yet to stay home one entire day as I couldn’t help but feel like we violated something in even entering a store, crowded or not, and lucky for us, the stores weren’t crowded at all. Tomorrow, we’ll once again be out as Caroline has an early appointment at the dentist to get a permanent crown fitted; such is the life of self-isolation when you live in a city that hasn’t forced the issue yet.

Went walking for 17,851 steps or 8.3 miles (13.4km), which today worked out to a healthy 140 active minutes. Finally, time for some chilling out to the soothing therapy offered by watching Baumgartner Restoration work on conserving the seascape painting by Henry Ranger titled Blue Skies Smilin’ At Me.

This is a bumpy process because we keep finding reasons to go out. I’m not complaining as I realize that those who moved from normal to lockdown in a night must see some incredible disruption when they find those simple things they need have all of a sudden moved beyond reach. This morning, Caroline ran into an issue with her company notebook that insisted on performing an update, rendering the computer unable to connect to her office. Her work analyzing medical billing claims for fraud comes with strict HIPAA restrictions and a ton of security; not being able to log in means not being able to work. Off we went to drop her at the office while my business partner and I decided to use the opportunity to get coffee at a local shop that, up until a week ago, had no parking and no seating available; it was so busy. Today, we sat outside while gloved baristas, after wiping down touch surfaces between orders and even changing gloves between customers, were obviously trying to do the right thing to alleviate anybody’s worry about the virus, as much as that’s possible in these circumstances and the place hardly had 15 customers.

Getting home, I went for something from the freezer and saw that some things were sweating as though the freezer was malfunctioning; definitely not the right time for it to bail out on us. I turned it up and vacuumed everything from the underside that I could get to and from the rear, including the fan and compressor. My fingers are crossed. My worry stems from the situation that things seem very fluid where we live as management is sending out near-daily missives about using facilities, packages that won’t be accepted at the front office, and limits to when maintenance will enter an apartment, meaning the issue must be an emergency.

The news of the day feels heavy and grim. The larger pattern portends a great struggle for society to maintain its bearings when so many people are handicapped by anger issues and disadvantages after America’s 40-year experiment of cultivating mediocrity. The stress that surrounds many of the issues we are facing is being exacerbated by poor decisions from the top of our government, or so it seems to me. On the one hand, by taking a glacial approach to shutting down society, the fires of immediate panic may be beaten back, but the ambiguity of how the individual without savings and job security will fare is causing empathy within me and raises my anxiety similar to when I see someone on the precipice of a great height, which triggers my vertigo.

Dishes, lots of dishes all of a sudden, as we take all of our meals at home. For dessert tonight, I’m feasting on the incredible cool news about this Facebook group that already has 6,000 members sharing open-source designs for making ventilators, respirators, and equipment that can be fabricated in emergency conditions on 3D printers. America has a serious shortage of those life-saving devices, and this effort outside of the insurance and medical industry is one of the first seriously amazing bits of great news I’ve seen in a week.

There was other good news as I read about the four volunteers in Seattle who received an experimental vaccine for COVID-19. Brave people.

Meanwhile, across the street from where we live, a guy has set up shop selling toilet paper from the back of a truck. This was today, during which I also covered 18,000 steps or 8.35 miles (13.5km) and 116 minutes of activity.