Social Distancing in the Age of COVID-19

Well, here we are. This place has always reminded me of the village in the BBC series "The Prisoner". There probably is a secret room here somewhere with surveillance monitors analyzing our every move. When the fictional character in the film tries to escape he is always found out and intercepted by roving blobs that herd him back to his residence. In contrast, we are not prisoners, we can leave whenever we want. What keeps us here is a variety of less well-defined circumstances, concern for our immediate family, travel uncertainties, stay-in-place orders, and other factors that are at play.

The COVID-19 pandemic is raging. So we stay.

There are some local shortages due to the pandemic. Paper towels, toilet paper, hand sanitizer, and cleaning products seem the most scarce. Everything else, food, water, booze, electricity, internet, and fuel are all readily available. All one has to do is go to the store and get what is wanted. That is the rub. The goods are there but neither of us likes to take the risk and go out for them. We have been evaluating our needs carefully and go out to shop only when we must. Home delivery is looking better every day. Amazon, FedEx, UPS, and even the Schwann's truck are scurrying around here all the time.

Daily activities are things we can do within the village. Virus control tops the list, hand washing, surface cleaning, and social distancing are important to us. Since most of the usual residents of this place migrated north at their first opportunity, walking here is social distancing at its best so we walk as much as we can. We are trying to do all the home maintenance stuff that we were either too busy or too lazy to do before. Julie paints and works on her Shutterfly book every day. I read a lot, write a little and am attempting to create a program in Excel to predict what the pandemic will do next.

We are both in good health. So far, things are good.

Moonrise with Melvin and JoAnn Mueller and Julie, S Clubhouse Drive, 4/7/2020

To quote Fred Thursday, "Mind how you go."

Take care and keep em running.
As always, The GlassStacker's Assistant.