april 8th, 20020 & april 12th, 2020: Presidential election and a weird easter

As if things couldn’t possibly get any worse, they did. Bernie dropped out of the Democratic primary today. Which means I’m going to have to vote for Biden. All of this cannot be good for my mental health. Ryan is especially upset, he’s been a hard Bernie supporter since 2015. He said he just wanted to able to vote for him once, even in a primary, even if he knew he wasn’t going to win, and now he doesn’t have that chance. Katie said she’s not going to vote at all. When she said it I jumped on her. Everyone in the group chat did in hindsight it was not the right reaction. It’s essential that we vote, even if we have to vote for Biden its better than not voting at all. But I understand where she’s coming from, it feels hopeless. We all said we don’t even want to have children if Trump stays for another term. But we shouldn’t have jumped on Katie. We’re all in this together.

I’m skyping Ryan tonight. We haven’t talked in a few days. Besides texting, we need something to distract ourselves from the Bernie news. We’re going to watch Doctor Strange and plan on drinking a bit after today’s news. There’s been a lot more of that recently. There’s lots of  jokes online, and  a string of drink recipes on TikTok and twitter. It’s a weird side effect of social distancing. We’re all unemployed and stressed as hell and liquor stores are some of the few stores still open so people are drinking.

Careful & Precise

It’s a bright, chilly early spring day. It’s April 1. A day to celebrate tricks and pranks. I’m outwitted and deceived and it’s OK. It’s fun to be fooled, sometimes. On the other side of midnight is April 2. Today moves into tomorrow.

What is on the other side of the pandemic? I’m hopeful and worried about what the answer includes.

I wash my hands for myself and for everyone around me. I wash them thoroughly for at least 20 seconds. Careful, precise actions are impactful. My hands are so dry and so clean. I think I remember my last handshake.

When we teleconference I wonder about the rooms of my colleagues. Are their rooms warm or cool? Do they smell like fresh brewed coffee? Are my colleagues alone in their rooms, or are others with them out of frame?