The medical team tested nearly all the residents (~90ish plus the carers who were present in their rooms) before they ran out of test kits, so they will be back on Monday to test the staff.

Even if I tested negative today, there's no guarantee I wouldn't come down with it next week. But at least we'll have a baseline now that testing is finally available.

I was talking with one of the residents, she's got 20% of regular lung function and pretty much expects that she's going to die if she gets it, and is doing her utmost, including staying in her room, washing down anything that comes into it, et cetera.

I stopped by the liquor store special for her, and picked up a four-pack of Sutter Home wine. Not exactly drinking her way through the crisis, but if if the equivalent of two glasses of wine per little bottle gets her to sleep OK, I'm all for it.

Timelies all!

They have altered the schedule at work again to only have two people per day in the lab. Which means I'm only going in to work two days next week. Still supposed to work from home, however much I can accomplish with Mr. S around.

Matilda is wearing her black Doc Martens because her Papou gave them to her.

Oh, this hit me in the feels

I hope you have gray or any dark pants, Hec, but if not no one will care

I discovered that Postmates will deliver Walgreens and ordered a bunch of stuff. Got 4 things out of probably a dozen ordered, but those were oatmeal, Diet Coke, and 2 types of chocolate so I feel like I did pretty well! Been spending my work-holiday (every year it seems weird to me to get Good Friday off, this year more so, but I will take it!) watching One Dsy at a Time and making a dent in my dishwashing backlog.

It's way too quiet in here

It's way too quiet in here

We're back from the funeral. This grief business is very exhausting.

On the one hand, it was a lovely ceremony in a beautiful cathedral, and it was sunny and bright when he was buried.

On the other hand, it was weird and strange that everybody had to stand far apart, no hugging or hand shaking, and only a meager handful of family and closest friends allowed to attend so they could be properly distanced.

Also, because he created a seamless trust, when JZ's dad died, she and her brothers now own his (quite big) business. Which is why we drove the company car home.

This is the Greek Orthodox Cathedral of the Ascension: [link]

While we were there JZ noted that she and her brothers had been baptized at the baptismal font there. And her parents were married there.

This is the cemetery: [link]

{{{all y'all}}} and adjustment~ma for on top of the grieving

I am relieved to not be posting into a void!

Wow, that's gorgeous! I like to hear about that kind of continuity. My uncle's funeral was at a church that he helped to build (as a child so who knows how much he actually did, but still) and that was a comforting detail

{{{JZ and family}}} How's Matilda doing?

How's Matilda doing?

She's okay. She sobbed when she threw a rose down into this grave, but has mostly been concerned with comforting Jacqueline.

As soon as JZ breaks down into sobs, Matilda comes padding in from her room (with what can only be described as a capering trot) and gloms into an immediate group hug.

Awww, she's a sweetie.