I’m not hiding from death. I’m taking care of the things I can take care of and trying not to fret about the things I can’t (the Serenity Prayer, always the Serenity Prayer). It may seem odd, but this is far less stress than I had living with an active addict or two. If that was a 10—and it was at least a 10—I’d say this is more like a 3.
When you add them together, of course—well, I’m dealing with it. Had some experience. I’ve also had a father, a husband, and a son go through cancer (two survived), so that’s not alien to me either.
Since childhood I’ve always been happy staying in, not having to go anywhere, not having to be on time for anything, and being free to read, draw, listen to music, and all that. Right now I don’t even have noisy neighbors or barking dogs nearby, and that’s almost enough to make me wonder if there’s a divinity in my corner. (Nahhh…)
So although I’m unhappy about this situation and the threat it poses to the nation and the world, to the community, and especially to loved ones, the experience of it so far has been only mild inconvenience at the grocery store.
And a whole lot of extra soap and water.