"...brave"

A FB memory. Another installment of my Plague Journal from a year ago today.

I've been living in semi-isolation since retirement. I was such a public person for decades before that. Strange that much of the world now joins me in this solitary way of life.

I can hear my neighbors all the time now. Apartment life. I'm more used to their active comings, and goings.

Now like me they're always home.

I got earplugs at the drug store. Still no masks nor rubbing alcohol. Everyone rinses their hands with that when they can get it.

Streets were noticeably slower quieter today. I heard our Ice Cream truck making it's appearance. It came, and went quickly,....not much walk in business.

Been watching City-Cams around the world. Italian cities look empty,...like in a sci/fi movie. Seattle the same. Various cities around the world are in various stages of slowing down.

We are witnessing history.

A history that is moving faster than we're used to. For the first time I'm more than concerned. When I went to the Hospital earlier this week. This to get checked up, and renew my meds. I saw things. Whole sections closed off.

Bright orange signs saying "Special Procedure Area. No Admittance". That, and security there. They're getting ready. There's going to be great sickness, and death here.

We know that knew that we all did. It's was just seeing this that changed things. Made it finally viscerally real.

I have the same feeling we all had in the Emerald City when Storm Sandy was inching it's way here. Apprehension. Will it be as hard as they say or will it just blow past. We have to be ready.

Brave cautious, and kind.