My goodness! I hardly had time to turn around, before all hell has broken out.
The closest thing to this pandemic that I remember is back when the AIDS virus was abroad. At that time, it was a while before I realized that I had nothing to fear, because, well, I wasn't very promiscuous. In fact ... let's not pursue that line of thinking! But I remember all my friends back then, such as they were, were all upset. At that time, having sex with almost anybody, any time you wanted, was the norm. Almost overnight, people gave up that lifestyle.
What we have here is a much more contagious virus; you can get it from simply being sneezed on by someone who carries the virus. On one hand, the virus is contagious, but on the other hand, it is not likely to kill someone who is, say, under the age of about fifty, unless they're prone to asthma, or some similar breathing disorder. I have horrible, horrible allergies; they've bothered me since late January, and will bother me until at least April. Then again, they would bother me in August, all the way until late September. So I don't know whether that counts as having a respiratorial condition. I almost always have a cough, which is annoying, and now, I should probably not go near anyone, for fear of scaring them half to death.
Well, I'm pretty reclusive, anyway; but I said goodbye to all the few people I usually meet face-to-face, and we're all resigned to keeping in touch via phone. I have no classes this semester, so all I have to look forward to is watch my savings gradually disappear! At least they're not invested in the stock market; if they were, they would be gone even more quickly! If there really were a Helen, I could tell her that I'm her creator, and could she spare me a few dollars until I'm on my feet again!!!
I was so sad to see Elizabeth Warren close down her campaign. I sent as much money her way as I could afford; I'm not sorry that I did, though it does seem as though it only prolonged the agony. Bernie Sanders does not appear to have the ability to really respond to things happening outside his head; I wonder how he answers questions that these moderators put to him! It is as if he lives in his own little world. Joe Biden is even worse; I would think that all he wants is to be president. There does not seem to be any sense of urgency of some sort of mission, like Bernie has.
So what do we have to look forward to? Nothing interesting is going to happen until the National Convention sometime in the summer. People expect the Corona-virus cases to peak within thirty days, and then the numbers will go down. However, if it peaks sometime in June, the Convention will take place while the pandemic is still chugging along. That's going to be very interesting indeed. And very dangerous to older folks. I have palmed off my own older folks on siblings and cousins, and nobody looks to me for support at times like this, thank goodness. But I am in the habit of visiting certain friends, and their pets, and now I will have to make do with photos.
I have described to you all the various things that go on in the DeviantArt website, in particular all the would-be Anime and Manga artists, and those who aspire to providing artwork for computer games, and others who keep churning out FanArt, which is just depictions of their favorite Anime and Video and Game characters, such as Pokemon, and even Princess Peaches and Link.
Today, somebody in the administration of the website announced a competition, asking for a set of three works of art that contribute to a sense of Community. There are a few paragraphs in Alexandra that probably hit the spot, but I don't think I can find three pieces. Now that I think of it, Music of the Galactic Voyager is almost all about community. And Jane is about the community of porn models! But . . . it is too much work to put an application together!
I sincerely commisserate with those of you who feel bored when you cannot be in the company of your buds. I especially hate it when they seem to be having a good time, without me. And if I call my friends, and I get the distinct impression that the call was unwelcome, I quickly feel totally terrible, and try to get off the phone as quickly as I can. I guess the most reasonable thing to do is to find out which time of day is the best to call them, and call them at that time.
I'm glad I don't drink very much alcohol, or I could easily see myself turning to it to 'keep me company.' I do drink coffee, and it messes up my stomach! I'm sorry to lay that on you readers, but I don't have much of an alternative.
I could always write, I suppose. Maybe this is an opportunity to write something stronger than I have written so far!
regards,
Kay
Kay