The panic has begun. Everyone is worried.
Is it weird that I am not?
I mean. I know that I can get Corona Virus. But I’m relatively healthy so I’m guessing I wouldn’t be affected too much. But I’m pregnant. So that puts a different spin on things. My kids are safe as they aren’t the ones in a risk category.
But I do worry about the almost 200 students I see regularly who are all mostly considered immunocompromised. I worry about our weekly dinners with Great Grandpa. Although he’s a fit guy, he’s 91. He definitely falls into a risk category. If any of us get it, we are risking them.
I’ve been working on a project at work with a deadline that loomed today. It’s completed and I feel like I can breathe a little now.
But now that it’s done, I have a little more time to think.
Our governor has recommended to postpone gatherings of more than 250 people and mandated that gatherings of 1000+ people be cancelled…until May I think.
All those weddings.
He’s closing government buildings. Yet our schools are open. I know that closing schools puts an unbelievable strain on…everything. But now so many kids will move from a school to a daycare.
What’s the difference?
Parents cannot work and many times that means first responders and health care workers. We need them. Please pitch in and help your neighbors. Take their kids for the day if they need the help.
It is not a decision that is taken lightly. I want to believe that there is no need to panic. Yet something in my gut tells me to buckle in for the long haul.
I am writing for the 2020 Slice of Life Challenge.