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Keeping a plague diary is definitely one of the weirder things I've done lately. I meant to start journaling more often lately, checking in with everyone, but I'm historian enough to want to become the "ooh this is interesting" I want to see in the future world. That's so morbid.

The roads are unusually quiet but not disturbingly so. Or they weren't last night. Stopped by the Sav-Mor to pick up an embarrassingly large number of apples and some chicken I didn't have to defrost, since those shelves were full, and an even more embarrassing amount of candy. Circus Peanuts (basically solidified marshmallow fluff dyed bright orange), orange slices (gelatin, sugar water, and orange flavor and color that was made off the wistful imagination of an orange), and cadbury eggs (chocolate shell of an inferior kind to that they have in europe and a DELIGHTFUL sugary creamy filling dyed to look like an egg yolk). Its popular to hate on all of these so I feel comfortable grabbing a lot of bags because no one else will buy them. Or something. Candy, I will buy you and love you. And devour you. Om nom nom.

Today was surprisingly productive as far as house things go. I got writing work done, almost the full day's work. I got a Patreon post out for the first time in a few weeks, I got dinner made for the boy since I had marked leftovers for mine. Got a bit of cleaning done. Going in two hours later might work out really well.

[post abbreviated because I never finished it oops. will make another actually-today post later]

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So last night wasn't so bad, I got home, I was tired and I didn't do all the things I wanted to but I talked to my Mom and I talked to the BFF and saw her new house, and we sat together on FaceTime and went "ugh" at everything. And then I tried to get some work done and didn't really manage anything, but that was okay since I'd gotten some work done before the day job. Surprisingly, that was good enough.

And then ahahahah oh boy the boy texted me to say that two nurses at the place he works were being tested and I spent the rest of the night freaked the fuck out that I had been exposed. Not scared for myself, because I feel relatively fine and practically speaking I think I would be uncomfortably sick for several days but not need hospitalization. But I don't want to take this to my elderly family at work. I definitely really don't. And the way this moves, I could. And that scares the crap out of me.

The boy came home today and told me who the nurses were and how much contact he's had with them and whether or not he thinks I'm safe to go to work, and he thinks I probably am. That's not going to keep me from being scared though. I think I'm just going to have to get used to being a little scared all the time now. Not a thing I wanted to get used to.

Did, despite all this, get some work done at home, about 1500 words in various projects. Grabbed one of my Jungle Tribe masks and wore it to work, am wearing it at work when I'm out of my alcove. Which is a good distance away, all our desks are a pretty good distance away from each other, so that's nice. Six feet or more. So I can not wear it when I'm in my alcove, wear it when I'm walking around the store, and I can walk everyone's papers to them. Aunt has finally gotten on board with "I live with a health care worker" and told me that, you know, if he's exposed I need to not come in. Yes, Aunt, that's what I've been saying for days now. I said that last week. I have been arguing with you for more isolation, not less. Oy. But now that's settled, and hopefully everyone's tests come back negative and I have a few more weeks to get everyone into a routine and get my workstation in a state not of controlled chaos that I can interpret. Because it is.

On the slightly more heartening side I had this idea that I would come in to work and I'd sit and get some notes taken on this and that and maybe get some more words done (one project is paused to take notes on some things) and maybe I'd take two phone calls asking if we're open, and I ended up taking six in the first hour. I guess some people do feel financially secure enough to order their craft supplies!

And. Stuff. Things. I feel calmer today than I did last night as I was going to bed. I feel more capable of handling it, I feel more optimistic that we'll be okay. Maybe not as a country but that I can survive this, and that's half the thing. I can work with reduced hours until such time as the boy does get exposed, that's fine. If I have to I can apply to my family for a survival grant, and I was pretty flush when this went down. Not to mention stocked up on markers, makeup, everything I might want if I have to hunker down for months. It's going to be okay for the foreseeable future, and right now that's only a short distance, so. It's going to be okay.

Next post I'll talk about something cheerful, like all the projects I can now do that I haven't done for months to years.