think about things

March 18, 2020

Twitter alerted me to this brilliantly weird, catchy song from Icelandic singer Daði Freyr, which was supposed to be the country’s entry into Eurovision this year, which may be cancelled because of, you know, things.

I have listened to this at least four times in a row and it’s been a delight for my morning. I hope it’s a delight for yours, too.

Yesterday, I set up my laptop in the kitchen, at an actual table, so I can work like a grow-up for the duration of this. Chumley was not pleased that I was paying attention to something other than him.

The weirdness of this, I think, won’t really hit me until the weekend. With the exception of not having hockey games to watch, my weekdays largely consist generally of 1) get up 2) go to work 3) work 4) leave work 5) putter around at home until I fall asleep. Weekends are usually where I would find something, anything, else to do. So we’ll see how we’re doing once Saturday comes along.

I went outside on Tuesday to move my car, parking it incrementally closer to my building. Parking is weirder than usual, since most people aren’t leaving their homes. But I keep inching closer as people have to go out. Eventually maybe I’ll even unload all of the stuff that’s been in there since Saturday.

It was nice though, to be out, with the windows rolled down, even if all I did was just drive in a big square through my neighborhood. It’s the eeriest, the most quiet, I’ve ever seen this place though, with the exception of the Snowpocalypse back in, what, 2010? 2011? That at least had people tromping with childlike wonder through the snow. This has people nervously walking their dogs and hustling down the sidewalk with their groceries as quickly as possible.

I’m trying to talk myself out of fostering a dog during all of this. I don’t know it my self-talk is going to work. If puppy pictures start showing up in a few weeks, you’ll know what happened.

Stay safe. Stay healthy. Stay as entertained as you can.