Dang it, lost another post. Short version - I ate too much matzo ball soup

I'm just slightly worried that when I get into work tomorrow, I'll find out the place is even more locked down than it was, because one of the residents tested positive.

There's already a stash of PPE onsite if we have to quarantine someone in their apartment.

Mostly likely noone is going to test positive, because pretty much if they did, they'd be so sick -- these are not robust people at all, since you don't get into assisted living without some pretty bad preconditions. But I'm still worried.

(I talk about this here because Facebook is a bit too "public" with too many local people that could identify where I work, et cetera.)

Our Easter Zoom call with Tim's family was loud and chaotic (20 people, including babies) and it really left me frazzled and sad, and I can't shake it. I might just try to go to bed early.

I hope everyone is ok and you can continue to take the precautions you are used to, Theo.

{Tep}

Oh, Tep. That sounds so hard. Appropriately-socially-distanced hugs in an amount you can tolerate.

Thank you, Natterers, for basically letting me use this place as my Covid diary. I should try to pull it all together into one coherent piece (I know people on social media have been recommending keeping diaries or journals because this timeline is so strange, so abnormal that we need to write it all down before we all forget), but I don't have the spoons for it yet.

I should try to pull it all together into one coherent piece (I know people on social media have been recommending keeping diaries or journals because this timeline is so strange, so abnormal that we need to write it all down before we all forget), but I don't have the spoons for it yet.

Just threadsuck it and fix it in a few years.

Signed, probably should grab things from archived threads of the 2004-2005 era.

In related news, tomorrow, my child will be 15. What is time even?

What is time even?

Time isn't holding up Time isn't after us

At least according to David Byrne.

Happy birthday to the cutest little teen lemur!

My customary come-and-go articulateness seems to have settled on gone for a good while, and I'm finding it harder to comment, far more easy to nod and scroll. So I apologize for reading and not holding up my corner of the conversation.

Beverly, you have summed up my feelings quite succinctly, there.

I'm just so glad you're all here; I'm sorry I'm not able to participate as much as years past. But it doesn't diminish the regard I hold for all of you.

I'm sorry I'm not able to participate as much as years past. But it doesn't diminish the regard I hold for all of you.

I love all of you. And sometimes I am you.

I know people on social media have been recommending keeping diaries or journals because this timeline is so strange, so abnormal

In the beginning of this, I talked with a friend who is doing her PhD in history about how time doesn't feel like time anymore. This friend's advisor wrote her own thesis on POW camps in WWI (officers' camps). They were held in pretty good conditions - they were officers (they received and sent mail, established theaters and literature readings and practiced sports, had enough food). They just had no idea when they'll be out. And apparently it is known that the perception of time changes under these conditions.

(Poking head for a minute spreading matzah crumbs all over the place)

I should try to pull it all together into one coherent piece (I know people on social media have been recommending keeping diaries or journals because this timeline is so strange, so abnormal that we need to write it all down before we all forget), but I don't have the spoons for it yet.

JZ, if it's any help at all, I'll threadsuck and put it all together in one big file with the links and all, for you to get back to when there are enough spoons.

[Trying to stop myself from writing about how when our order of dishes for the Seder last week didn't get here on time, despite the promises that it would be here on time for the Seder, we bought simple not-so-good ones, just so we'll have what to use for eating (because if you keep kosher-for-Pessakh you don't use the usual dishes, but different only-used-on-Pessakh ones). And how said order arrived yesterday evening, so now we literally have way too many teaspoons (but not spoons) in our drawers, and need to figure out what to do with them. Then deciding that a bit of black humor, here of all places, can always be taken as offered and hopefully not offend. And now returning to tape videoes of me answering questions for my students to put on youtube.]