Here in Southern California, schools closed, businesses limited, no hugging, and it’s raining. The mood has been set:
One newscaster is talking about cycling to work. Did he not get the memo?
STAY HOME. TOUCH NO ONE.
Schools have closed – or gone online. Starbucks is limiting in person ordering/seating, not allowing refillable cups, considering going with online ordering and pick up only. Restaurants are closing.
I saw my friends this week, and we didn’t hug. This makes me sad – but it’s completely understandable.
It feels like we’ve reached the point of all those 80’s sci-fi movies in which people stay inside, afraid to go out, and resist human contact.
In the Stallone/Snipes Sci-Fi flick, Demolition Man, (a genius move btw), people have sex through the use of computer attached to their temporal lobe. They don’t engage in physical contact.
I really want to say:
This, too, shall pass.
You don’t need 148 rolls of toilet paper or 37 boxes of cat litter. At least, the average person doesn’t need this. You’re going to wake up surrounded by bleach wipes for the next two years!
I guess this whole thing keeps me home, keeps me writing. Writers, at the very least, should be using this whole scenario to feed your idea farm. (More info on my idea farm on Monday).