I Have No Idea How We’re Doing Anymore
I’ve largely stopped reading about Coronavirus. There was a while there where I was consuming any article I could fine, trying to gauge how the US was doing, how Chicago was doing, how the cities where my family lived were doing. It all got to be a bit much, and for my own sake… I just had to stop.
It’s been about 3 months now that Liz and I have tried to self-quarantine. We’ve gone out a few times here and there, but for the most part have done a good job keeping away from others. We choose delivery or self-pickup whenever we can, and there are the occasional in-store visits to places like Walgreen’s.
I see cities opening up again. Resturants offering patio seating. The weather is nicer, the sun is out, and people are just… tired, I assume, of staying home. But in my head, nothing’s really changed. We’ve just gotten tired of staying home, and it feels like we’re risking a second wave.
I no longer know where to turn for info, and have started to feel like the crazy person who errs on the side of caution. I’m looking at a few graphs (like the one above), and it still looks bad to me. It feels like we were able to get New York back down, and our goal should be to continue reducing Coronavirus deaths – not to start re-opening restaurants.
There is, of course, the economy to consider. And the many folks who are unemployed because restaurants and shops are closed. I just don’t know anymore, whether we’re trying in a good “phase” or if we’re just overly optimistic. And it’s just a matter of time before we’re back under lockdown.
I’ve read that it’s exposure within close quarters that’s more dangerous (and outside gatherings have less risk of passing the virus). And I’ve even taken to going in to a bakery on Sundays to get pastries (their policy is to have one or two people in the store at a time).
Is this because things are safer? Or am I becoming more lax? Is it ok to venture out because places are opening again, or are we all just getting fed up with being inconvenienced? It’s honestly hard for me to tell.