People are calling this the new normal. No. New Not Normal. New Global Pandemic.
When I start feeling normal I turn on the news and catch up on whatever Hell is fresh. (CNN, switch your Breaking News graphic to a Fresh Hell graphic.)
As one of the Special Snowflakes who might die from your snot I thank all of you who are staying inside. I’m also regretting my decision to stay on the Gilenya, knowing if I drop it now it’s … six weeks before my immune system is back up to speed. (I’m glad I looked that up: I thought it was six months.)
Incidentally, as I type this a pundit on CNN is discussing the feasibility of sequestering only the Special Snowflakes and letting everyone else mingle and develop herd immunity. As I have often said during the last month: Jesus Fucking Christ.
I try to stay positive.
- Samuel Pepys had his best year during the Black Plague.
- I only poop once a week, so I don’t really need toilet paper. Last night I used the shower head to rinse off after a pee, and it’s really not bad. I go right back into baggy pajamas after, so there’s no real problem with any dampness I can’t shake off. I can go without, and this allows Gary to use his standard small roll of toilet paper per poo.
- Thank God for technology: Amazon deliveries, ATMs, FaceTime, streaming, texting, virtual classes, working at home. I don’t know how they made it through the 1918 flu or the Black Death without watching their friends stream all-request piano concerts on Facebook.
Even with those positives, I am freaking out. How weird is this?