Life in Seattle
We’re avoiding other humans.
I’m home and Sheila’s home. Omni asked, earlier this week, that employees not come into the office unless necessary for a task, and I don’t miss jamming myself into the overcrowded and sneezy bus route 40 three days a week.
We’ve stocked-up on food and supplies, at least for a while. I do leave the house to go running, but I figure that’s safe.
I don’t really know what the rest of the city feels like right now, since I’m just home or running on my usual jog path.
Trees and flowers are starting to bloom, so I have the sniffles, like every year in March. Birds are chirping and scrambling outside my office window.
This could be my life for a while. Your life might look something like this pretty soon. Hopefully not.
I miss going to restaurants.
We have a family member in Seattle, who we see twice a month, usually, who’s in the vulnerable class, and I don’t know when we’ll see him next.
A black rooster just walked through my backyard, which is a first. The sun comes and goes during the day.