Well, this sucks.

It’s in the mid-80s and the gym is closed.   The maul is closed.  The beaches close tomorrow.  The parks are probably going to close soon.

It’s beautiful weather.   Not muggy.  Not rainy.   Just pretty.

… and there’s nowhere for me to realistically go.

This sucks – hardcore.

I went walking for a couple of hours today just around the block.   It was a pretty long block to get some sun.  I marveled at the overstuffed parking lots of grocery stores and the empty lots of everywhere else.

The coronavirus is turning life into a science experiment.

It’s really pretty amazing if I think about it.

I still think the mass media is hyping the scare and that has divided people into two groups.

The first group are absolutely petrified or pretend to be petrified.  These are the people who have their groceries delivered to them and corner the local market on Lysol.  I tend not to see a lot of these people out in public because they’re too afraid to leave their house.

Then, there are offshoots of this group.   These people are seen in public, but with long sleeves or hazmat suits.  They wear masks and gloves – although the masks and gloves are dubious quality and close to zero effectiveness.  They walk quickly, don’t look around, quickly get what they want before returning to the safety of their lysoled car.

These are the wannabe shut-ins that have to go out to prove to themselves how brave they are.

The other group are the spring breakers.
These are the kids that swapped spit, sweat, and other bodily fluids with strangers on the beach.

They are usually somewhere between twenty and thirty.  They’re more upset over their entertainment options being curtailed than getting the virus and carrying it back to grandma.

They want theirs, think they deserve theirs, and don’t give a damn about anyone else’s theirs.

I guess I’m more in this category although I certainly do not swap bodily fluids with strangers.   I also give people plenty of room when walking about.   Personal space is a thing for me.

It’s just irritating that the maul is closed… the movies are closed…  practically everything in creation is closed.  I suppose I miss the moral struggle of spending money on myself or not.  Now that the options are limited, I don’t have that dilemma.

So, now what?  There’s nothing to do….

Actually, I know there is.
In the House, I lived under conditions similar to this.  No boat.   No motor car.  But, at least I have a phone.  I survived the house without the phone.  And I can walk.   That’s definitely a plus, even if I have to do my own laundry.

It’s just a period of belly-aching and the feeling of surrealness as society flips divides and stretches to fit the new norm.

That and it’s amazing what happens without Mr. Yuck.    There have been official warnings for people not to drink or spray bleach in an effort to ward off the virus.  The ignorance is astounding.

/sigh.
Idiots.