32 more days.
That's what President Trump announced yesterday.
Social distancing and shut-down of public places for 30 more days - until April 30. Health officials are saying that the peak of cases/deaths won't be for 2 more weeks, and then we'll see a slow-down. I hope so. 8 weeks of basically isolation is difficult for many people. I'm ok. I mean, the first week was rough because I was trying different routines, figuring out ways to keep teaching adequately, and convincing my husband to stay the f*** home.
2 weeks later, I'm in a new phase. At first, I was motivated. I wanted to do things. I figured I had three weeks so let's get some lessons together, let's clean the house, let's try to enjoy slowing down. Now, however, I'm just wondering what's the point with some things? Why bother cleaning the back patio today if we're going to be stuck here for another 30 days? Why bother cleaning out the spare room today if we have 30 days to do it? Why can't I binge-watch ER on Hulu? What's the freakin' hurry?
I hope this stage doesn't last long.
I'd bake a cake, but I'm afraid I'll emotionally eat it in 2 days.
When I started this blog 2 weeks ago, there were 30ish cases in Harris County. Today - 928.
Oh, and the Texas DPS is now at the border, stopping people coming from Louisiana, making sure that they self-quarantine immediately for 14 days. They're doing it at the airport for flights from 11 areas (including NY, NJ, Chicago). I wonder what the next two weeks will look like.
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