Daily Archives: April 17, 2020

April 17

Well hey there! And Happy Friday! Yup, it’s Friday. Not that it matters. If you aren’t working, weekends aren’t any different. Maybe we should change TGIF to TGIJAFD (thank goddess it’s just another fucking day)?

Yippee! We are flattening curves and watching the apex start the downslide! We are CRUSHING IT! Now we just need some tests. Oy.

Today’s Virtual Happy Hour will be hosted by a newbie, “guest barmaid,” Rebecca Beluk! She’ll open the virtual bar at 6pm so check back here for log-in info.
Meeting ID: 955 8245 9152
Password: 161503

I’ve been remiss in not providing a “closing time,” so that our hosts aren’t stuck on here forever. So let’s make the hours 6 till 8. People may stick around longer but try and pop in before 8 to be sure you catch us!

If you are financially able, Rebecca is asking that you donate to help support frontline nonprofit organizations!

Observations one month in:

I’m sleeping better than I have in years. Oddly. But my dreams are even more bizarre and realistic than they usually are.

Minor aches and pains are now magnified.

The fact that we are all experiencing the same thing makes my usual anxieties feel more universal. The proverbial playing field is, in fact, leveled.

I am not as brave as I thought I was. If an opportunity came up for me to help out but also exposed me to a higher chance of contracting this virus, I would pass. I admire Shiny for venturing into the belly of the beast. That’s a sort of courage I hoped I had but clearly do not. It is also a level of selflessness I thought I had but obviously don’t. I’m actually a total chickenshit. Sobering.

I prefer cold, crappy days to sunny ones because I feel less badly about being stuck inside.

My life has been structured around living in the future. There is no realistic future right not. This is difficult for me, personally. Staring at an empty calendar is painful. I am actually TERRIBLE at “being here now.”

In current circumstances, “being here now” is our default setting. I don’t like it. I don’t enjoy it. I have no choice but to grapple with it. I admire all my friends who’ve gone through the 10-day Vipassana training. I hope to someday do that. I know it will be challenging.

I still don’t like to cook. And I still don’t enjoy doing dishes that result from cooking. And, you know, eating. I would give anything to be sitting at an outdoor Mexican restaurant, scooping salsa and guacamole into my mouth and sipping a delicious frozen margarita, with salt, patiently awaiting some fish tacos. I have always appreciated anyone who cooks for me. This appreciation has increased exponentially.

That’s all for now, I guess. Maybe I need to figure out some food…Enjoy your Friday, friends!