the (temporary?) new normal

Beware the Ides of March

Katy suggested that I write down my feelings about what’s going on. She’s right that I should, but I haven’t really though about how I feel about what’s going on. I’ve been in the cockpit for work nonstop since Monday, things escalated on Wednesday. As journalists, it’s easy to be desensitized to things like a global pandemic, or at least pretend that we are. And we definitely internalize all that we see and just try to move on when it’s over. We shouldn’t, so here goes.

I miss my mom. I had hoped to go to her house this weekend, but now I don’t know when I’ll be able to go to Hampton again. My mom’s nearly 70, Hampton Roads is an area where there are a lot of cases of COVID-19. and, although there are no confirmed cases in the Charlottesville area, I’ve come in contact with my reporters, who may have come in contact with people who are infected. For all I know, I’m one of the lucky few who shows no symptoms, and I’d never forgive myself if I get my mom sick.

This is such a strange time, though. Up until about Wednesday, things were somewhat business as usual. And there still are some things that still are set in motion. My lease in this apartment is over in 60 days, so I need to start packing at some point. I think I’ve found where we’ll live next, and I want to excited about that prospect. Instead, I’m wondering if a moving company would be open then to help us. On the bright side, if we have to stay at home and a company helps us move, I can spend a lot of time setting up the new place.

But this really drives home how quickly things can change. For the most part, we know that young and able-bodied people tend be OK, but we don’t know exactly what OK is because it is a new virus. Is there lasting lung damage? Does it cause any other problems down the line?

So, for now, I’m mostly in my apartment unless I’m walking Missy, going for a drive in general or … well, in about a week and a half, we’re going to have to get groceries. And I know that, if restaurants are open in some capacity, I’m going to get some sort of takeout. It’s going to be rough because I’m not as much as an introvert as I seem. I already miss people. But staying healthy is more important than being social.

Collectively, we will get through this. And when we do, keep washing your dang hands.

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