Self Isolation: Day 9

Today is Saturday, April 25th 2020

My coworker got his COVID-19 test results back this morning and they are like mine, negative.
Excellent news to start off the weekend with!
This doesn't mean we can't contract Coronavirus, but we are in the clear.
I can go back to work on Monday.
In the back of my mind I think the worst may still be on its way. Especially if the President of the United States doesn't understand the meaning of sarcasm. 
I really hope it's not just me who thinks Donald Trump is a baby in a playpen, learning how to talk. Touching things that interest him and saying whatever noise comes out of his mouth first.
Then taking the interesting things and putting them into his mouth.

My husband made me eggs this morning and I ate them with two slices of toast and some cantaloupe for breakfast. Afterwards I forced myself to go outside and start raking the leaves in the backyard.
Yard maintenance is hands down the worst of my first world problems. Our backyard is so wide we share the fence with four other homes. I wouldn't call all of them 'neighbours' though.

While I was outside I called my colleague who covered for me this past week at the office, to see how she felt about things. FaceTime is great for quickly catching up with someone. It's 100x better than a phone call when you can, at least I highly recommend it.
Sending a text message is only good for quick announcements,
- telling someone you're on the way
- also known as, letting your boss known you're running behind, or
- if you're on a bad date and need to be rescued
- asking someone a question you don't need to know the answer to immediately
A video chat is superior because you don't need to imagine the tone of the dialogue
Before the COVID-19 pandemic, the only time we would Skype is when we wanted to chat to our family and friends who lived in other cities, or back home while we're on vacation somewhere.
Communication tools are suddenly being worshiped.

As I look over at the kitchen window where the plants live, I see the Poinsettia my aunt gifted us at Christmas turning brown. Leaves, formerly green have dried and fallen off onto the windowsill. Below it on the hardwood floor is my Aloe Vera, looking worse if I'm being honest.
I don't know whether to cry or laugh. Yesterday I threw the lemon tree into the green bin.
I take a closer look at the aloe and determine it needs more sunlight. And I'm not going to cry.
My solution to the pandemic is 1. wash my fucking hands 2. laugh my fucking ass off and 3. bring my houseplants back to life. Am I losing it?

The trouble is, we are treating this as a threat to public health and nobody knows when restrictions will end but everybody seems to have some sort of symptom! I think these could be related to the weather, the seasons changing and possibly something called hay fever?

I'm taking a break now, it's almost 4:20.