13 Months

It’s April 13th. Here in my personal Covid-19-land the 13th day of a month is a milestone. March 13, 2020 was my last day working in the office. Here we are, exactly 13 months later.

How do things look at this point? Not bad for us. Everyone in my family, including my step daughter who is away at school, is at least partially vaccinated. We have a Moderna, a Johnson & Johnson, and two Pfizers. Can you believe we live in a world where that sentence isn’t gibberish and actually makes sense?

We still don’t feel safe around other people. We still don’t feel safe going into stores. We’ll come around on that once we’re all 100% vax’d, but for now… I think it’s going to take a while for us to lighten up. Again, we’ll get there… it’s just weird.

The members of The Lizardfish all shared their estimated fully vaccinated date yesterday. I think we’re all ready to start playing again. Goodness knows I could use a high volume stress relief.

Still locked down. Still hanging in there. 13 months down and who knows how many more to go.

Tomorrow Will be Scary

Want to hear something super scary that’s happening tomorrow?

I have to go into the office. It will only be a short visit but the fact that it’s happening at all is scaring the shite out of me.

I’ll probably live blog it in a vain attempt to keep the scary at bay. We will see.

Patience

I’m patiently waiting for this to come back…

…and my patience is running really thin.

No stir crazy jokes today. I want this shit to be over. I want our lives back again. It’s so close I can taste it, but at the same time all of the infection numbers are climbing. It’s getting to me today. It got to me yesterday too, but today is a little different some how.

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The Stir Crazy Files – Episode 75

That’s something you don’t see every day during a pandemic.

It’s trash day in my little neighborhood today. I took the two big barrels out to the street like a good citizen. My yard is a mess thanks to squirrels and high winds so I have a lot of trash scattered along the edge of the woods. That’s a weekend project though. Today we’re just talking about the garbage truck.

They drove up, took our trash, drove up to the next house and took theirs, then they drove diagonally across the street, picked up one house, and drove diagonally back across the street. In doing so they blocked the entire road. That’s when the school bus drove up.

So here we are in Global Pandemic World, living on our little locked down street, with two great big trucks blocking each other in the middle of the road.

Traffic? On our little residential street? Is that a thing?

Remember traffic? I have to drive to my office in Waltham a week from this coming Friday. I’m going in the afternoon, not during the rush, and I’m only going to be there for an hour or so. Still… the idea of it… it scares me. I don’t mind the drive, but going inside… yikes. That’s not the point of this episode though.

The point of this episode is, if you drive a truck during a pandemic, you should still probably not block both sides of the road. I mean, if you can avoid doing so you probably should.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

First Time in a Year

I drove on the highway during the morning rush hour today. That was the first time in just over a year. I wasn’t going to work. I just had to drive to Tewksbury for a quick errand. Still… it was weird. The traffic was light for a rainy Thursday so maybe the pandemic is still happening. That being said, there was a lot of traffic for a state that’s should be shut down. We’re open, just not 100% yet. Foolish mortals.

Note, the pictures were taken on the way home so I was moving in the traffic-free direction.

Happy Covid-Versary

Boy, was that a long two weeks.

One year ago today I left the office for a two week work from home, flatten the curve, pandemic safety stuff thing.

365 days later, that two weeks is still going… and going… and going…

I wanted to write something profound to commemorate the occasion, but I gots nuttin.

I took this in the parking garage on the way in to the building on that last day. That final Friday the 13th.

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On this day last year Massachusetts had 123 cases. As of last night we had 598,859.
On this day last year the United Stats had 2,204 cases. As of right now we have 29,348,298.

So much for all of that curve flattening shit, right?

On the plus side, at least we have a President now who actually understands that pandemics are bad and not political statements. We have vaccines now and folks are starting to get shots. The daily infection rates are dropping steadily. There actually appears to be an honest to goodness end in sight.

I’ve been staring at this post for about an hour now. Just trying to think of something interesting to write about. Still nothing coming to me. 365 days worth of covid lock down. The next covid-versary is March 21st. I believe that was the last time I was in a store, with the exception of the time we went to get a flu shot.

I’m tired of covid. I’m tired of coronavirus. I’m tired of lock down. I want this shit to end. Pretty please?

One Year Ago Today

If I did my math correctly, and if my memory is correct, today is the one year anniversary of my wife’s company sending everyone home. I remember it being a Wednesday, and my company made the same call on Friday the 13th, so that would be today. For some reason though my brain keeps telling me it was the 9th.

It doesn’t matter, the point is that this week is the anniversary of the last week that things were open. I took a look back at what I posted to the blog on 3/11/20. Here are some highlights.

I wrote a long paragraph on why we needed to lock down. Statistics based on China told us that were were going to have more cases requiring hospital care than we had hospital beds. Shutting down would cut down on the number of cases, therefore freeing up hospital beds. It wasn’t about infringing on rights or over reacting, it was about resource management. Knowing what we know now, half of America decided to ignore that little factoid by about May. Selfish assholes. I mentioned social distance a couple of times, and always put it in quotes. I wonder when I stopped doing that. I did add this parenthetical aside following one mention though:

I fucking LOVE that term and I’ve been practicing it since I was about four years old

There was another post where I wrote about the University of Vermont telling students not to come back after spring break. They cancelled the first two days and then went full remote on the third day. Bellana was prepared for it and had everything she needed at home already. She was itching to go back though. She did. Eventually. About 10 or 11 months later.

The last post of the day was me speculating on selling my Fender Stratocaster. I had planned to bring it to Guitar Center to try trading it for an amp. I was going to go that night but decided against it, given the state of the world. I pushed it off until the weekend but the weekend never came. I wrote this line, showing the spirit of things in the early days:

This is the very definition of non-essential.  It can wait.

I am so tired of all of this. I want my world back. I want everyone safe even more though, so we stick to the lock down and wait. It’s just getting harder and harder to wait.