Welcome to Auntie Inga’s Geriatric Curmudgeon Hour, pandemic version.
It occurred to me that one of the difficulties in these coronaviral times is that even people we think of as kindred souls have very different levels of comfort as to how much social distancing and disinfecting they require. It would be nice if there were a scale that would give people a score that they could just pass on to their friends and relatives so you wouldn’t have to go through this whole laborious “we’re doing this but we’re not doing that” dialog. As my contribution to pandemic living, I have created one.
I recently recounted the saga of the untimely crumping of our stove in March during a time when neither repair people nor appliance installers would set foot into your home because of the coronavirus.
February 2020 almost seems like a lifetime ago.
A journal of the COVID month: March 15: Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, all the public libraries are shutting down tomorrow until further notice.