It's up to .0817 percent of the population. So that's slightly over 8 in 1000, or 4 in 500, or 2 in 250, or 1 in 125. And the curve's steadily rising.
At least we're, uh, consistent?
I guess I gotta decide if my next doc's appt will be in person. I'm sure she wouldn't mind drawing blood. And I need to go back and get the first shingles shot again, since I didn't get the 2nd one soon enough after it. And I want a flu shot. Maybe I could just get the flu shot at a drug store. Dunno which is riskier.
Didn't go to stand in the street in Ypsi tonight for return-to-chorus first practice. There was a livestream I was late to. I mean, maybe I oughta go next weel? On the other hand, I've been working so long at being cautious, and I really don't want the virus if I can help it, and precautions are how to try to help it. But then there'll only be a few of these in-person opportunities. But then, it's hardly essential. But then there they are, and I'm jealous. (I could go back and forth forever, like in the old favorite [philosophical] book from my childhood, Fortunately
.) (What an unfortunately foundational book for a neurotically cog-turning child.)
I did go over to Esch Park briefly in the late afternoon to write a coupla postcards, and walked down the block and back.
Made a written schedule for myself yesterday, as if I were Supernanny swooping in to my own life, and started that today. I struggle with routine. Have a core resistance at it, even, or one so old it feels innate. But I did it today, pretty close. Trying it for a week and then reassessing.
Really oughta re-stain the front steps this fall. They've peeled off a good bit. The kitchen painting project seems like too much. Guess I could just paint the cabinet doors and put them back on the dirty background for the winter. That'd be something. So what if it'd mean some wasted work of having to unscrew the hinges, take 'em down, and rehang them a second time? If I get on it, I could even paint them outside, so the ventilation part would be covered easily. And I wouldn't be getting pink paint on two nosey young felines who have to stick their noses in anything.
Today was my first day as (not-yet-official) boss. So, like, lots of extra responsibility and no extra pay. All the tedious tedium that was in my old workday plus a lot of tedium that was in Tracy's. In the middle of the afternoon she texted me about some more of the cushy benefits at her new gig. But it did occur to me that I can declare some editorial policy in some of the little copy ed things she didn't see my way. If I can come up with some. Besides the one little honoring Arthur thing that made me think of it.
There's some satisfaction in taking care of old & problem things, just myself, poof. And I bet I can get the hang of delegating. Right now I mostly want (1) not to scare my fellows, in this tricky time for us, and (2) to make sure everyone gets paid. These seem like great starting foci.