Sunday, March 22, 2020

A report of sorts from the epicenter.

So, I came over to Seattle from Montana in early October, frankly expecting to move on to whatever is next in the existence experience.

And what do I fucking get?? That I'm living in the, until recently, the main focus of the covid19. Currently New York is battling for first place.

I'm in a two bedroom apt south of Seattle, not too far from the airport. My youngest, Emily, lives here with her husband. They moved to a two bedroom to accommodate me. It's a large complex, probably at least 500 people live here, many, many 6 plex buildings. Neighbors are fine, seems pretty middle/lower class, lots of kids.

When this started, over a month ago, we started getting stuff, hand wipes, sanitizers, amazon-ordered rubbing alcohol and alo there a 'a' in alo? Aloe? Yeah, that's it. A digression, pardon.
Now, both my daughter and I have symptoms, fever in both cases, cough in hers. Her husband so far has none, we've endeavored to do all the precautions around him and with common articles handled.

So....y'know? This is not how I'd spend my twilight years. Pisses me off somewhat, but hey, that's my problem.

So, you all out there. Emily and I took every fucking precaution for the last three weeks we could think of: glove when shopping, wiping down the cart, wiping down everything that went into the cart, wiping the screens and keyboards of the self checkout. And yet, we probably have it. I'll know this coming week about my swab done on Friday. 

Stay home, trust no one. Lol.