real talk

The stress of hiding ourselves away indoors has surprised me. Each day seems long, and much like another. You check social media repeatedly, then try not to, then check in, afraid what you might have missed: another governor's order? a celebrity diagnosis? another stock market plummet?
The news is rarely good.
For perspective: we're a week or so into the real restrictions.
2 weeks into working from home.
10 days into the start of the restaurant layoffs.
We don't know where along the spectrum we lie: 10% there? 90%?
No one can know.
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So we check in with family and friends daily, sometimes more.
Do what we can to handle the existential dread: go for a socially-distant, early morning walk at the park, savor the first coffee of the morning, treat ourselves to 15 minute yoga or a pastry or both.
When it all becomes too much, shut off the laptop and the threads and read a book or listen to music or just lay on the couch and breathe.
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Watching those who can, step up, is inspiring.
Seattleites and Christian Siriano (!) sewing PPE/masks.
Jose Andres feeding the community.
Wondering where and how I can be a part.