Quarantined-ish Day 24
Friday, April 10, 2020 - OKC, OK

whatever o’clock am
I refuse to look.

6:21am
I get a lesson-in-jest in greetings from Contagion. Again. It’s funny because it’s true. I say ‘good morning’ all damn day to people in real life, but when it’s actually morning and I’m texting, those words disappear somewhere between my brain and my fingertips.

8:45am
I sign in to OYC Facebook to check notifications. I have to go through personal to get there. On my way, I see a friend post the results of what he would look like as a cat. These Facebook game designers are in social media heaven right now. How bored is society to be curious about what they would look like as a cat? Thanks, COVID.

10:16am
Standing in the grocery store, I realize that, at this point, it’s more appropriate to call this little corner of cyberspace Quarantined without the ish. I’ve dropped down to very minimal grocery trips, and the only other four walls I walk into are Elemental at 4am when no one is there. I also hold my own hands to remind myself not to pick up the produce with reckless abandon and am actually using those planet-killing plastic produce bags. Or one, at least. As a glove. I’m grateful for the workers sanitizing the carts and the floor arrows that keep shoppers flowing the same direction, as well as the Xs that keep people in line six feet apart. They’re only placed front to back near the deli and fresh juice section, though. Apparently the virus can’t move sideways in those areas.

1:09pm
Took a work break to stupidly turn on the White House briefing. Why the fuck am I watching this buffoon when I know he ad-libs an already poorly written speech to the point of defining death for us. “The number of deaths - people that have died….” Really, you inarticulate asshat? Thanks for the clarification. Sadly, that’s the most benign of the ridiculous things he said. By the end of his presidency, I’m going to need my palm surgically removed from my face.

2:05pm
Decided that I should actually use more of my kitchen than my pour over set and Vitamix since I’m in home prison. Definitely over-salted a batch of homemade salsa. Thank all great things for exceptionally low blood pressure. Thought I under jalapeñoed it. Turns out I just under food-processed it. Thank all great things I like spicy.

5:59pm
Spent the past bazillion hours helping a friend troubleshoot her logo and getting it into her website. Three different softwares, seventeen text messages, four phone calls, two facetimes, and a partridge in a pear tree, and I think we’ve got it.

6:03pm
No we don’t.

6:20pm
Watched a video of Tears for Fears’ Curt Smith and his daughter play an acoustic version of Mad World that a friend sent me. It autoplayed to My Morning Jacket’s Jim James’ cover of Lean on Me in honor of Bill Withers. Both incredible. I’m proud of myself for keeping that rabbit hole shallow, though. I could’ve let it keep going for hours.

7:23pm
Just committed to doing a 50K trail run tomorrow. Seriously, Adi. What are you doing? Clearly, you don’t need COVID to take you down. You can do that just fine all on your own.