It has been suggested but my monkey mind is too scattered right now to journal.

I’m not really a journal person, but I am writing a novel and frustrating times such as these tend to cause me to write more (especially since the theme of the novel is one of frustration, confusion, dread, and paranoia).

I wish I could. The focus that that takes is beyond me at this time.

I keep a journal of sorts. It logs my sleep habits and my meditation. It’s very brief. I will occasionally note events that I believe may impact sleep and meditation.

I kept a journal many years ago.. I made the mistake one time of reading what I had previously written. Absolutely awful. I then treated it as write-only, strictly for the therapeutic value of expressing myself.

No. It’ll stress me out more than I already am

I’m too lazy. Besides, I can gossip and whine here while I watch old movies. Though I will grant you that my adventures this morning were plenty to write about. Stay away from the supermarkets folks, at least for a few days. Bad enough that they’re CROWDED. But the checkout lines are interminable and snake through the stores wall to wall. You wanna talk about exposure. Those poor cashiers!

So much noise is being dumped onto the Internet about it that I’m sure future historians will have more material about it than they need.

If I want to leave a time capsule for posterity, I’ll try to pick a less over-discussed topic.

I’m planning to.
Today I traveled from Greece to the Netherlands, involving two flights.
Just entered home.
We’re in a ‘voluntary lock down’ (as opposed to an official one in Greece, as announced as I was boarding).
I saw it suggested by someone, for “your future (grand)children” and thought I would give it a go.
Starting tomorrow.

I just want to make say to those in America who are not ready done it; brace yourself, this is a real one.
I felt like I was walking around in a bad B movie today.

Nice to see you, @Jeruba!

Stay safe, y’all.

I was looking for something today, and found a bunch of Xeroxed pages in a bookcase. My sister, in 1981, was an Air Force nurse in Weisbaden, Germany, working at the hospital into which the Iran hostages had been released. She had recognized a watershed moment, and journaled about it. She is not a person who ever does such things.

Finding these pages, today, has convinced me to do the same. This is a watershed moment that should be preserved.

If you think about it, nearly every aspect of the current plague has been covered in discussion right here. And those discussions are contemporary with the events as they occur. Frankly, I believe if more of us had even an inkling of past plagues in the history of the world, there would be a great deal more caution and vigilance than thus far exhibited. It is next to impossible, for instance to read any of the classical historians in depth without some account of a plague sweeping the land in their time. If you don’t believe it, try to pick one from Thucydides on up. Merely google Thucydides plague or Eusebius, Livy, Polybius, Tacitus, Ammianus Marcellinus, Procopius, etc. and add the word plague. You’re guaranteed an adventure in the grisly business. Over and over, as soon as the generation experiencing the pestilence is all but extinguished the next blight arrives to be chronicled for what should be our benefit. There are indeed uses for history, as well as a price for neglect of it.