A virus does not

Thursday, 19th March.
Take a shower and shave the stubble off the face. There will be no visit to the barber for the next few weeks anyway, there is nothing to be done about that.

The cat is adapting to the novel situation, still, having so many people around during the day must be strange for an animal whose life is based on regularity, in a universe where food that would normally need to be  hunted appears on a plate after being scraped out of a tin.
She is currently looking for attention, rubbing her face on the furniture, licking, and sometimes chewing, plastic wiring. For whatever reason, the cat likes plastic, be it in the form of plastic bags or the coating of electrical wires.

It is nine in the morning, the sun is up, there is nothing in the email from work. It is strange, all that talk of home office, and there  is now work to be done. Just a steady wait, a wait for the pandemic to pass. The wife is in bed, the son is studying his computer.
It is a lovely morning outside,
Sit at the desk.
Would a walk be a good idea?
It would most likely. Just keep distant from other people, to avoid contagion.

The son comes into the bedroom, he asks whether or not going to the cafe would be a good idea.
Say that it would not.
So he makes a cup with the small machine.

And he goes back into his room.
and now it is nine thirty, the news has been read, the asinine comments on social media are noted, and the worldwide finger pointing, pointing in all directions, but never at themselves. All the anglophone countries talking about "war rooms" and using military jargon to describe an epidemic, imposing martial law as a sign that their ability to lead their people through a crisis is limited to antagonism and deal making. A virus does not give a shit for your antagonism and it does not make deals.