My information feeds are an interesting mix of professional, knitter, phone forcefeeds and Twitter forcefeeds. (I didn't sign up for the obligatory feeds, but curiosity often compels me to look. Yes, I know I could opt out, but yeah, curiosity.)
Common themes appear.
-Many complain that they are wasting a lot of time. Whether it is from underlying angstiness, human nature, or the sense that time ahead is limitless, who knows. Different recipes and proportions for different folks, of course. I am giving myself backslaps for what I get done, rather than my generational guilt and self-chastisement over what I don't get done.
-Knitters seem to be in a knitting funk. No knit-mojo. Here we are, with all the time to knit, and we can't. Or don't. See time theme above. I am knitting long-term projects, so I am making little apparent progress.
-We are opening the good bottles. The wine boys are doing the same, without prior discussion amongst ourselves. Whether it is consolation, or the unacknowledged recognition that survival is not a certainty, no matter.
I am walking more (nod to EB on that), vacuuming more, consolidating more (yarn with yarn, #6 dpns with #6 dpns, etc). Our Saturday departmental Zoom meeting suggested that locally, the new infection/new ICU admissions might be slowing. We are not at a plateau yet. I see many conjectures in the media about "what will happen next". In their brazen attempt to attract eyes, and clicks, I am sucked in until I remember that the news is not news until it has happened. So I will not read nonmedical opinions about new surges and new infection rates and new death rates that have zero evidence to support the suppositions. That is the rabbit hole of madness.
What, I am the first commenter? Probably because everyone else is sleeping off their Easter dinner.
I am getting the treasurer records in order for the four entities that I am treasurer of (retired CPA, it's what I do) in case I succumb to the virus. It is the least I can do for the survivors (assuming there are any).
Posted by: kmkat | Sunday, April 12, 2020 at 04:43 PM
Where’s he wine line? Mine would be like the coffee, but higher.
Posted by: Marcia | Monday, April 13, 2020 at 07:21 AM
Thank you for the reminder about not paying attention to the nonmedical opinions that the news loves to share. And that chart says it all. Stay well, my friend, and enjoy the good wine.
Posted by: Carole | Monday, April 13, 2020 at 07:26 AM
That chart is a hoot! And so true! (Agree with Marcia...)
Posted by: Vicki | Monday, April 13, 2020 at 10:25 AM
Here the only thing that's stopping that coffee line rocketing is an eye on the milk supply.
Posted by: Caroline Morris | Monday, April 13, 2020 at 10:44 AM
You are always the voice of reason. I am exploring food delivery and/or pickup via apps. So yes, internet. The lines at the liquor stores are looong, but I have a good whiskey stash (and Smith has beer). I can listen to a book and knit (good escape), but when writing letters I can't get my thoughts to come together. Cleaning and laundry have upped in importance if only for something productive to do. xox
Posted by: Margene | Monday, April 13, 2020 at 10:51 AM
Well, isn’t that the truth!
Late last week, I woke up to the realization that this will be the long haul. New skills are required. I strongly advise that Now is the time to strap on your pearls, ladies! And, btw, pearls go very well with sweat pants.
Posted by: Judy | Tuesday, April 14, 2020 at 07:38 AM
😄
L
Posted by: Etherknitter | Wednesday, April 15, 2020 at 10:48 PM
Indeed. It resonated.
L
Posted by: Etherknitter | Thursday, April 16, 2020 at 03:31 PM