End of week one of being under shelter-in-place authority, and I'm trying to establish some routines (rather than flail about and start random tasks that I half-finish.) Reading (and even posting, I may faint) here on DW is one of them.

I'm okay: my mother, who lives with me, is okay: we both fall into categories (age and "co-morbidity issues", what a lovely term) that put us at risk, so a daily walk around the neighborhood where we wave to people from a safe distance is about as adventurous as we get. It's frustrating not to be able to help except through donations, and to know that the most useful immediate thing I can do is stay home and not become a burden on the local health care system.

Doing more cooking than I usually do, which is nice (at least for now.) I was all set to bake something, but then realized I didn't have enough flour, or butter, or brown sugar to even produce an oatmeal cookie. I do have oatmeal. The rest must wait until the local groceries' shelves no longer look like they've been visited by marauding locusts. Marauding locusts who want to bake, apparently.

I was insanely busy at work before this, looming deadlines and all, but that has screeched to a halt. Mine is a job I can't do from home; it was interesting to see that But This Is The Most Important Thing In The World urgency just evaporate in my workplace when they realized they had to shut down and send us home.

I saw "Emma" in the theater before the lockdown started (entertaining, and just breathtakingly fun to look at), and am watching "Toast of London" on Netflix. Because nothing says "keep calm and carry on" like a ridiculously absurd British sitcom.

How are you all keeping up with people not in your immediate vicinity? I'm texting and emailing and WhatsApping (some family members living in France, others in Spain) and trying not to annoy people with demands that they update me on their health status.