Thursday, 7 May 2020: Social Distancing
Another day of social distancing, which in my case means I only left my apartment to go for a short walk around Park Towne Place's grounds. My step count before I left were 84 for the day...and I started my walk at 5:30 p.m., just to make sure you realize how pathetic that count is...but it now totals 1,599. Still pathetic, actually, but better than remaining on my comfy couch.
I just saw a statistic on MSNBC that makes me happy that my couch is comfy, that my apartment has everything I want and need for daily life, and that with only a bit of economy, I have enough income every month to cover all my expenses. New York state breaks down their 19,400 deaths by age groups (not all states do.) The rate of deaths for persons 75-years-old and older is 50%. In other words, if I get ill, I have a 50/50 chance of surviving. I don't like those odds at all. My emergence from self-quarantine is going to be very cautious, very limited, and very careful.
I think Trump and the administration in general are doing little or nothing to facilitate the production of COVID-19 tests because they are aware that more testing equals a larger number of cases. They aren't doing anything to coordinate the shipping of tests to where they are most needed: why do something that will only result in news you don't want to know?
There! I just wanted to go on record with my suspicions so that if it is known that this happened, I can say, "I knew that."
Here they are on April 7th:
Here they are today, with nary a petal left:
I think the villian who stripped every petal off in one day...Tuesday, to be exact...was Mother Nature. Tuesday was very windy.
Now I'm interested to see what goes in. Marigolds? Petunias? Those would be my choices, but perhaps we'll get something even better. FanSee
I just saw a statistic on MSNBC that makes me happy that my couch is comfy, that my apartment has everything I want and need for daily life, and that with only a bit of economy, I have enough income every month to cover all my expenses. New York state breaks down their 19,400 deaths by age groups (not all states do.) The rate of deaths for persons 75-years-old and older is 50%. In other words, if I get ill, I have a 50/50 chance of surviving. I don't like those odds at all. My emergence from self-quarantine is going to be very cautious, very limited, and very careful.
I think Trump and the administration in general are doing little or nothing to facilitate the production of COVID-19 tests because they are aware that more testing equals a larger number of cases. They aren't doing anything to coordinate the shipping of tests to where they are most needed: why do something that will only result in news you don't want to know?
There! I just wanted to go on record with my suspicions so that if it is known that this happened, I can say, "I knew that."
Here they are on April 7th:
Here they are today, with nary a petal left:
I think the villian who stripped every petal off in one day...Tuesday, to be exact...was Mother Nature. Tuesday was very windy.
Now I'm interested to see what goes in. Marigolds? Petunias? Those would be my choices, but perhaps we'll get something even better. FanSee