Me, I've practised social distancing for years, so I'm ready, goddamn it. I even have enough toilet paper and pasta to see me out of an apocalypse and that was before we all started hoarding stuff like the world was ending.
I also still have a somewhat restricted lung capacity from the stupid infection I've had for months, so don't want to risk a flu of any description or I might actually implode, so staying home is just fine by me, bar the occasional walk by the ocean where there are no people.
It's weird to see people over-react or under-react to the situation. Over-reacting I kind of get. Best be prepared I guess. Under-reacting though is just stupid. It doesn't matter if you're at low risk, because here's the thing some people seem to be struggling with: It's not about you. It's about not spreading those germs to someone who MIGHT be high risk. It's about slowing down spread of a disease which could overwhelm the health services and make treatment difficult if everyone got sick at once. So stay home, where you can, people, and just chill. Drink coffee, have naps, fix stuff you've been putting off forever, drink wine, whatever you like, do it. It's a gift of time.
Unless you're a serial killer then you know. Fucking stop that.
Me, I work from home anyway and I'm only out among people when I'm mailing orders or buying groceries, which, judging by the equivalent gross national product of canned goods we purchased this week, should prevent me having to go to the supermarket for about a decade. I hate buying groceries so this is perfect.
There also should be a lack of tourists in my town this spring which is about as fantastic as things could get, to be honest. No cruise ships, limited ferries and flights. Perfect. I have nothing against tourists per se, but living in a small town that gets millions of them every summer, it's like a holiday having restrictions in place. Seriously. I love it. Who knew there was an upside to a pandemic?
Stay safe my peeps, and enjoy these fantastic (!?) Crayola crayon scribbles I did a while ago in my little moleskin book of robots and monsters. Because I am five.
You're welcome!
Chinny monster
Starry night bots
Someone's at the window
Wonky eyed demon
It's under your bed
Creepy little fucker
