Love & Hoarding in the Time of COV-19....
Here in NYC, all we can talk about is corona virus... it's just a constant distraction, and even if you try to go about your daily business, it still seems like it's on a slow hum, somewhere in the background.
Daughter came over and we had a long discussion about the impending threat and what it means. She's not so much worried about being ill, because she's a pretty robust 28 year old. Her worry is that the City will slow down, and there won't be any work for her.
But Daughter is no slouch, and I calmed her by saying that she'll find something, she always does, and to hang in there. I respect her work ethic, and she's not lazy or a spendthrift, so I don't mind supporting her if she needs some bucks to get along.
As for myself? I'm living a normal life: I went out to buy art supplies this morning (for my weeklong retreat a week from tomorrow), rode the subway, went to a postcard writing event, took a ride on my bike, and even shopped at the farmer's market and made myself a nice dinner.
Yeah, we're all doomed, but that shouldn't stop us from living