I went grocery-shopping on Sunday and they had flour! And for the first time since this started, they had YEAST: just those little strips of three envelopes, and a limit of one little strip per customer, but they HAD them! Sugar products no longer had a purchasing limit of two per customer. Meat was still limited; they’d filled in the big empty spaces with other things so it looked less alarming, but they were bringing out just one tray of ground beef at a time. They were out of a whole bunch of the frozen chicken-nugget/strip type products, and almost the whole case was filled with the few kinds they did have (I was sentimentally glad to see they had plenty of dino-nuggets, which I would have been VERY RELIEVED TO SEE when my kids were younger). Still no hand sanitizer or sanitizing wipes, and they were out of rubbing alcohol completely again. Much better selection of pasta, but rice was low again. Almost zero crunchy taco shells (two boxes that looked smashed, that’s it), but plenty of tortillas and tortilla chips. They had SOME Ramen, but mostly the less common flavors (lime chili shrimp, soy sauce); I did get four individual packs of Roasted Chicken flavor.

A few times, I noticed my eye had been fooled by other things filling in for what should have been there. For example, in the microwave popcorn section, among a limited supply of red boxes of popcorn, the store had stocked a bunch of red boxes of Cheez-its, so the shelves looked full if you were just walking past, even though there was apparently not much of that kind of popcorn. It’s interesting to think of stores figuring out the whole psychology of keeping customers calm. I DID feel a surge of panic last time, when there was a giant empty white meat case; I DID feel somewhat less panic this time, even though I could see the space was filled in with things that wouldn’t usually be there.

Henry’s birthday is next week, and this will be our first family birthday in quarantine. I was glad to be able to get all the ingredients for the cake he wants, but also got two cake mixes Just In Case.

I am feeling more relaxed about grocery shopping, now that I’ve gotten more used to the new ways. It also helped that this time I didn’t see ANYONE not wearing a mask. (I did see two people with their masks below their noses, but progress! Progress!) I still have trouble thinking clearly or making any kind of quick decision, especially if I feel the pressure of other customers waiting; but I’ve got my main coping mechanism in place, and having a system helps considerably: I continue up the aisle, then loop around the previous aisle and come back for another chance.

I had two thinking failures on the most recent trip. One was that I saw the packets of yeast and rejoiced to see them, and I was stuck for a couple of minutes behind another customer so I had time to realize that I personally had enough yeast and did not need to buy any, and I decided not to buy any. It wasn’t until I got home that I found I had put a packet into my cart anyway, and in fact when I saw it I remembered thinking as I passed the yeast “Oh!! Waiting for that other customer almost made me forget to get a packet of that!!”

The other failure was in the toilet paper aisle. The supply has been non-existent or very low, as you know, and limited to one package per customer, and often the shelves will be filled with just one option, so I’ve become accustomed to thinking that I should get a packet of WHATEVER they have, don’t agitate about brand/size, just take one package of whatever it is. But this time they had quite a few different brands and quite a few different package sizes, and only individual rolls of our usual kind, and there were no signs up about limits but there WERE signs that said “Due to shortages, this item is out of stock,” in front of shelves that had product on them, and my brain just got completely shorted out by that whole situation, and couldn’t come up with a good plan even after I looped back around. I ended up buying two individual rolls of our usual kind, which is better than nothing, but was a weird decision. It’s like I applied “there’s still a limit even though it no longer says so” with “there are lots of choices so I can get my usual brand.”

Are you finding you’re measuring quarantine time in shopping-related ways? and/or noticing things you last bought Before Lockdown, now that you’re having to buy them again? For example, the last time I went to Target before lockdown, when school hadn’t even closed yet and we weren’t sure when it would, I bought two boxes of omeprazole, a medication I take daily; the boxes have 42 pills each, and I still had part of a box at home, so it seemed like 84 extra pills was being a LITTLE silly. BUT NO. I have opened the last box.

Or: I take evening primrose oil each night before bed. There are 75 in a bottle, and I was nearly out when I went to Target the last time, but then the Target store was also out of them. I ordered a bottle from Target online as part of my very first order, and now THAT bottle is almost gone, so I have just ordered another. We have had one bottle of evening primrose oil’s worth of lockdown.

Last night I dreamed I was close friends with Dan Levy. He was like a modern Laurie-from-Little-Women: being all lovey and goofy; stealing my phone and making funny little voice recordings for me to hear later; lying on the couch with his legs over my lap bothering me while I was trying to work; etc. It was such a pleasant dream! Which I then ruined by confessing a little crush (whomst among us does not have a little crush on Dan Levy), to which he was like ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uh. It seems like IN OUR DREAMS we should not get embarrassingly rejected.

Maybe you are already doing this, but if you have a wall calendar or day-planner currently hanging around being almost empty, I suggest using it for potential future Covid-19 contact-tracing. You’d think that with literally two outings in my life (grocery shopping and taking Edward for his Remicade infusions) I’d be able to remember when I went, but I find I forget almost immediately. We’re also writing down whenever Paul has to go in to the office, and any other times we go anywhere or have any contact with other people that we might easily forget, like when Paul when to the hardware store to get a replacement part for a leaking sink. The information may never be needed, but if it WERE needed I would be so grateful to have it already collected. (If you don’t have a wall calendar, a notebook or scratch pad would work fine. It’s just nice to have a use for my poor calendar.)

I am going to recommend a product I feel silly recommending, because it is sold at a TREMENDOUS mark-up when you get a piercing, and it is just salt-water! But after submitting to the pressure to pay $6 for a tiny (an ounce or maybe an ounce and a half) can of it when I got my cartilage piercing, I tried substituting the saline sold for people who have contact lenses, and I tried mixing salt and water myself, and I can say that at least for my own ears, nothing works remotely as well. I can’t explain it, I won’t even TRY to explain it, I don’t even totally believe it could be true—but I will keep spending $12 per four-ounce can of this stuff for as long as I have my piercings. I use it whenever my piercings start feeling itchy and warm and like they might be working up to an infection, and I also use it just periodically to clean the piercings and prevent them from even STARTING to get itchy and warm.

It’s called H2Ocean, and I used to buy it on Amazon, but I’m reducing how much I buy from them, which led me to discover I could buy it directly from the maker. The shipping for one canister was pretty high, but they have free shipping over $25, and they also had a deal where if you bought three canisters they were only $10 each, so since I KNOW I like this stuff I bought three canisters, saved $6, and got free shipping too, which was nice. They also have tattoo-care products, so you might be able to get to free shipping without having to buy multiple cans. Or here’s the Amazon link, where it’s the same price for the can but free prime shipping, because if this were my first can I know I wouldn’t want to pay the shipping or buy three cans of it.

A note: I have found that if I use a canister for a few days (like to fight off some swelling/irritation) and then go a long time without using it again, something breaks and it won’t work anymore. The first time, I assumed it was a fluke—but the second time I’d spent TWELVE DOLLARS for SALT-WATER and then COULDN’T USE IT, I started making sure I was using it at least once a week or so to keep it working. The most recent can I had, I used it at least once a week, and nothing broke, and I was able to use it until it was empty.

I was glum and droopy all yesterday afternoon and evening (except during dinner: Paul baked delicious little chewy crusty dinner rolls, and those briefly revived the spirits), and I slept just fine, and then I had a lot of trouble making myself get out of bed. I finally managed it only when it was 20 minutes before the kids had to start online school and I hadn’t heard a peep out of any of them. But I didn’t take a shower or get dressed or eat breakfast except for coffee. And I didn’t go to my computer and check email/Twitter/Facebook. Instead I sat in a recliner and played phone games for three hours.

Maybe you never take a shower and get dressed first thing, and you love starting the day in pjs; maybe you’re never hungry for breakfast and always just have coffee; maybe you never check email until later in the day. In that case you will need to translate this story into language that makes more sense to you. For example, in the evening do you have a cup of hot tea and then take a shower and put on fresh pjs every night before bed, and it would feel bizarre and bad if you didn’t? Then imagine the level of glum droopiness it would take for you to say “Hell with it” and skip that tea and shower and just climb into bed in your daytime clothes. Do you get up and go for a run first thing every morning, and then do guided meditation, and then have a particular favorite breakfast, and it sets your whole day off right? Then imagine the level of glum droopiness it would take for you to say “Hell with it” and skip that run/meditation/breakfast. That is how it is when I skip shower/dressed/breakfast/computer.

Maybe it’s because I wrote about dieting/weight yesterday, and that just never feels good even when it all goes fine. I had that draft for a month and kept messing with it (several times needing to change the weight number, sigh), and maybe that should have been a sign to delete it. But it did feel good to see that others were in similar situations and having similar feelings about it.

Maybe it’s that last week I went grocery shopping AND spent several hours in a hospital room with another patient, another parent, and a nurse who said she thought the current regulations (such as wiping the blood pressure cuff after using it for Edward and before using it immediately on the other child) were “borderline neurotic.” Maybe it’s because I wrote a letter about the experience to the department head, and now I am going to have to deal with whatever the consequences are of that. Or maybe it’s because I did catch something, and now I’m feeling the first edges of illness and exhaustion.

Maybe it was hearing about a family very similar to mine, where one parent is the primary wage-earner and the carrier of the health insurance—and that parent has lost their job, and also their health insurance, in the middle of a pandemic. I will never complain again. I will never complain again. I will never complain again. …I will complain all the time as usual, but you will know it is with the awareness that I should never complain again.

Or it could be just the general feeling of knowing we’re getting close to the 100,000 mark of Covid-19 deaths in the U.S. (and that only includes the ones we KNOW are from Covid-19), and yet people are still demanding the right (“the right”) to act as if we are not in a pandemic, some of them because they don’t LIKE how we have to act when we are in a pandemic. There is a petition circulating on our town website demanding that the high school have a normal, non-socially-distanced graduation, because it’s “not fair” that they don’t get to have one, when other classes DID get to. Not FAIR. It’s not FAIR that there is a pandemic right now, so let’s do a normal graduation. There are more signatures than I’d expect. I know having an altered graduation is sad (though actually it looks to me from Facebook photos as if each graduate is getting far more personal compensatory fuss made over them than they normally would); but much, much sadder is thinking of some of those kids or their families getting sick at their normal, non-socially-distanced graduation, and some of them dying. JUST HAVE A SPECIAL SOCIALLY-DISTANCED GRADUATION AND LIVE TO GET TO TELL THE STORY OF THAT TERRIBLE LIFE TRAGEDY OVER AND OVER AGAIN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

Well. I am going to have soup and a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch, and then a cup of coffee and a snack-cake, and see if that helps anything.

I’m seeing a lot of jokes and memes about gaining weight in quarantine, but not many actual reports. I’ve wondered if some of the jokes/memes are Nervous Fishing to see if others identify with the anxiety behind the jokes/memes, and if people would like to talk about it a little.

Here is a post I wrote where I talk a bit about why I don’t generally like to talk about diets and weight. The gist is that I think the diet industry sucks; that society is terrible about thinness and what they think it means (attractiveness, health, goodness, moral protection from illness/death); that praise for weight loss is a bad idea for so many reasons; that talking about diets makes everyone feel bad feelings of one kind or another; and that no one including me seems to be able to talk about it in a way that doesn’t make me want to scream, cry, and/or despair that our culture will ever be able to figure this out.

Well. Onward anyway. Here is what I wanted to say, in case it is something you wanted to hear from someone. I stopped dieting a couple of weeks into the lockdown, toward the end of March. I have gained nearly 20 pounds so far, and I don’t see any reason to think the upward progress will stop until I start dieting again. I have wondered, over the past few years, if it would be possible for me to stop eating keto and go back to eating “normally,” and the answer appears to be no. I have two main reasons for not saying “Welp, now that I have my answer, time to go back on keto permanently”:

First reason, part one: Right now food acquisition is a huge and challenging task. When I was trying to eat Only Specific Things, the stress was making the task exponentially more difficult and stressful. I was worried all the time about whether or not I’d be able to maintain supplies of my few usual foods. When the store didn’t have one or more of them, it was almost impossible to figure out how to manage that.

First reason, part two: I have seen several references to how the lockdown and food shortages are causing upticks in disordered eating—and I was starting to experience signs of that. It was feeling as if The Right Thing To Do was to not eat (or eat much less of) the meat and the eggs and the cheese, so that we’d have enough for the family / so that we’d have enough for me to eat later. And so I would skip meals or eat very small amounts, feeling as if the motivation was stress/necessity/control, and also feeling physically unwell as a result—but meanwhile secretly hoping to see a difference on the scale. Those are Not Good Signs.

Second reason: I don’t want to right now. To get dramatic for a minute: imagine briefly that you KNEW you were going to get very sick starting today and die in three weeks. I know a lot of people would think “Oh no, I never went to Paris!” or “I should have spent more time with friends!” or “I wish I’d spent more time in nature and less time on my phone!” or whatever, but I would think “Oh no, I can’t believe I deprived myself of so many yummy foods when I still had the chance to eat them!!” If I knew I had six months to live, I would definitely want to spend time with friends/family, and maybe I would think of some other standard Bucket List items such as travel and events, but frankly the first list I find myself composing is All the Foods I Want To Eat Before I Die.

So one reason boils down to “Keto isn’t working out for me in lockdown” and the other reason boils down to “Eating freely turns out to be one of my top priorities/joys.” In more normal times, I feel like Being Thinner is fun enough that I can whittle Eating Freely down to once day per week and maintain good levels of overall well-being and happiness; but in THIS VERY NON-NORMAL TIME, that balance completely shifts. I would not, on my deathbed, think “Oh, I am SO GLAD I kept dieting during the pandemic so that I could die thinner!”; but I can easily imagine thinking “Oh, I am so sad I wasted so many of my last opportunities to eat spaghetti and herb bread!” I’m getting a little sad right now, thinking about it. I think I’ll make it for dinner tomorrow night.

It’s not possible, however, to ignore the results, or the accompanying thoughts/feelings. I am trying to ignore them, or to pay them only practical attention, such as making sure I am not wearing uncomfortable clothing or punishing myself by looking in the mirror unnecessarily. I’d saved all the too-big clothes I liked, because I believe the high-profit diet industry uses bad-faith arguments to encourage us to waste perfectly good clothes we’re statistically likely to need again; and because I think it can be fun to need to buy smaller clothes and not fun at all to need to buy larger clothes; and because one of the saddest diet-related things, in my experience, is feeling regret over the loss of the few good larger clothes that were so hard to find. So I have clothes to wear, and I also ordered myself a few new pairs of jeans because some of the saved jeans turned out to be less good than I’d remembered.

I have two things bothering me so much I can’t think about anything else right now. I don’t mean that literally. I am also thinking about the snack-cake I am going to eat after lunch or possibly mid-morning, and I am thinking about what I will have for lunch, and I am thinking about various chores I want to get done today, and I am thinking about taking a walk, and I am thinking about sending some postcards. But when I try to think about writing a post, I am thinking about only the two things. But I don’t want to write at length about either one of them, so I will just say them briefly:

1. At Edward’s infusion yesterday, they put us in a double room. That is, we were in a hospital room for 3.5 hours with another patient/parent. Last time we were there, the policy was one patient per room per DAY, with intensive cleaning each night, and I did not know the policy had changed. And the hospital’s overall policy is still that adult patients may not have anyone with them, and children may have only one accompanying adult, so I don’t see how that works with putting two patients and two adults in one room together. The nurse said not to worry about it, because we were all wearing masks and we could be 6 feet apart. I know I am not a medical expert, but what I have been seeing from actual medical experts makes me think this was not at all a safe idea, and that “6 feet apart” does not apply when you’re sharing the same room’s worth of air for hours. Also, the other patient/parent kept taking their masks off to eat snacks or have a drink of water, and then putting the masks back on. Again, I am not a medical expert, but my impression is if you take off your mask, the mask is no longer working. I felt trapped and panicky, and powerless to do anything: they didn’t HAVE more rooms, so I couldn’t ask to be moved.

2. At our old house, we had a maple tree my parents bought for us when Henry was born; when he was younger, we took his photo with the tree each year on his birthday. Coincidentally, the property across the street put in several of the same type/age tree at about the same distance from the street, which made our whole end of the street prettier and more coordinated. Also, before we got the tree, the living room was almost impossible to keep reasonably cool in the summer; the tree helped hugely with this. When we moved, we thought about transplanting the tree to the new house for sentimental reasons, but (1) we didn’t want to do that to the old property/neighborhood/livingroom and (2) when we looked into it, we saw there was a fair risk the tree wouldn’t survive, and we didn’t want to move it and end up killing it. Anyway, I drove by the old house a few days ago and saw that the new owner had cut down the tree.

ANOTHER pandemic dream last night. I dreamed I kept leaving the grocery store with my bags and then realizing I’d forgotten another crucial thing and would have to go back in. Oh no, I only did half the store the first time!! Oh no, now I have somehow forgotten the bread! Oh no the eggs!!

Sarah! commented that it is not fair to say a cat is polydactyl and then just take off without any pictures of the paws. I completely agree.

This is the cat who’s twitchy and fearful even after years and years of gentle treatment, so His Mother (Elizabeth) and I worked to capture pictures as humanely as possible. We did not manage to get the truly spectacular beans photo we’d hoped for, because he was being protective of his beans and did not want to display them; but we will bide our time and wait for a moment when he has them outstretched naturally, and then add that photo to this incomplete collection.

Here he rests comfortably in his mother’s arms as I zoom up on the front paws. Notice there is also an incomplete glimpse of the back paws supported by Elizabeth’s hand.

This is not only a pretty good shot of his front mitts, but also I think it gives a feeling for how plush and soft he is. Part of a back paw is somewhat visible as well.

If this pose does not look quite natural to you, you are correct: I am holding him in that odd position from off-screen. This is just a teaser for a later better beans shot, but you can see he has one single pink bean on this paw, while the rest are grey. The pink bean matches his nose, and we praise him for that.

This morning I am wondering if I should take the cats the vet for their annual physicals/shots or nah. It feels to me that many businesses are (understandably, considering their own desire to stay in business) putting pressure on customers to behave as if there isn’t a pandemic: like, “Look, we have face masks, we have Pandemic Policies in place, and your cat is !!!!!OVERDUE!!!!! for an appointment that, until recent history, would not have existed because people did not bring housecats in for annual physicals and preventative bloodwork as if they were well-insured humans.” I’m not saying we SHOULDN’T take pets for preventative care, and in normal times we DO, but these are exceptional times and I don’t think we have to act as if they’re not.

But then I wonder if I’m being paranoid and should just keep up with the cats’ appointments. I don’t want to cause a problem by having too big a gap between shots or something (though our cats are indoor-only, so that makes me a little less worried about some of the shots). The vet is doing the thing where you call them from the parking lot and they come out and take the pet-carrier inside without you. Still, with an immunosuppressed person in our house, this is so far failing my own personal “How would I feel if I found out I were infected, and I was asked to list everywhere I’d been the last few weeks?” filter.

I’m feeling similarly about dentist appointments. The percentage of the world population that receives dental check-ups/cleanings every six months is… small. And yet, within this percentage, those appointments are considered !!!NECESSARY!!! and so it is hard to get perspective to click accurately into place. Most of us don’t actually need dentist appointments every six months. It’s nice, but it’s not necessary. We can skip one, two, three in a row, and it’s STILL not shocking, even though it FEELS shocking. In earlier adulthood, making $5/hour with no benefits, I skipped four years’ worth of dentist appointments. (I also didn’t take my cats for preventative appointments. When there’s no money for it, there’s no money for it. I don’t like that I now get treated as if I am a Better, Smarter, More Responsible Person for doing these appointments, when actually I am just a person who has more money now.)

I’m not taking Henry for his allergy shots. I know this could result in various disappointing outcomes, such as losing progress, having to go back and start over, maybe insurance won’t pay to start over, etc. But all of those things are okay in the grander scheme of things. These are not life-saving shots for him. Many people don’t even have access to this kind of optional medical care. There is this feeling of “But he’s SUPPOSED TO get the shots, he’s not SUPPOSED TO miss any!!”—but that’s a construct that doesn’t apply right now. There are a LOT of things that were supposed to happen but won’t.

And we ordered new glasses for Henry the month before all this happened, and the eye place has called us twice to tell us we can pick them up, and we are not picking them up. His old prescription is fine. It is a very small part of the world’s population that gets to have new custom-fitted, custom-prescription glasses every year or two. The new glasses can sit there for awhile.

Last night I dreamed that I was waiting for Henry to pick up his things from the pool (he of course does not have anything at the pool, but we have an appointment in a few weeks to pick up his things from the SCHOOL and this must be the origin of the dream concept), and while I was waiting, people kept brushing past me or standing too close to me while not wearing masks, and I kept moving to new safer locations only to have people crowd in next to me again, and some of them were doing it mockingly and on purpose because I was wearing a mask, and then I fled inside the rec center and had to dodge through an area where they were having a bridal shower and people were just standing around close to each other and eating food together, and anyway I guess this kind of dream gets added to the permanent roster of recurring “Can’t find my classroom/locker” and “Oh no, a pet is in peril” dreams.

Tessie asked about favorite masks, and I want to order more masks because I am trying to find fun where I can (it reminds me of how if we have to wear glasses, we might as well have fun/cute frames), so this is a question I too am very interested in answers for. Where are you buying masks? Which ones are you finding to be a nice fit? Where are you finding fun/cute ones? I have one mask made for me by a friend, and it is very cute and comfortable considering it is a mask; it has ties and it fits like this (I have one tie tied above my ponytail, and the other across the back of my neck):

I am tirelessly interested in Grocery Store Shelves Updates, and so I will just jump to assuming you are TOO, and tell you what my most recent trip was like:

• Raw meat was limited to two of each type per customer: i.e., two beef items per customer, two pork items per customer, two poultry items per customer. This made me feel a little stressed, especially because the meat sections had been consolidated, leaving a vast white empty unit. Also, I was not totally sure I understood the rules, because it looked as if ground beef might be counted as different than non-ground beef, but I couldn’t tell if that was just a signage issue.

• They had flour again! Only one kind but a fair amount of it on the shelves and another pallet in the aisle. Limited to two bags per customer.

• Still no yeast.

• Sugar products limited to two per customer, but they seemed to be in good supply.

• They had rice, several different kinds in several different sizes, encouraging amounts though nowhere near full.

• They had a lot more pasta brand/type variety than before. There’s been only store-brand elbow macaroni and store-brand spaghetti for awhile, but this time there was Prince, there was Barilla, there were shapes other than elbow/spaghetti. The shelf still looked very gappy, but so much better than before.

• Still very low on pizza sauce. Almost no canisters of Parmesan cheese.

• They had some tortillas and taco shells again—not many, but some.

• They had somewhat more soup brand/type variety than before. It still looked very empty, but instead of having nothing except, like, 99% Fat-Free Cream of Onion, they had some family-size cans of cream of chicken, even some cans of chicken noodle and tomato, some cans of other reasonable flavors. Still no packets of Ramen, just a few of the microwave cups of it, and only in the odder flavors.

• Plenty of beans, canned and dried. Those have been well-stocked for weeks, but I’m still jumpy because of earlier shortages.

• Plenty of eggs, plenty of butter, plenty of cream, plenty of milk. Those have been well-stocked for weeks, but again I’m still jumpy because of earlier shortages.

• Yogurt was curiously depleted, with a bunch of kinds missing.

• Plenty of bread but, interestingly to me, still not the kind we usually buy, which is just the store brand whole-wheat. It’s been absent for weeks and weeks. I have chosen a new kind of whole-wheat, and that’s been in stock each time.

• Still no SmartFood kettle corn. It’s such an oddly specific thing to be out of. They do have a couple of other brands of kettle corn in a different aisle, so I’ve been buying those.

• No limes. Perhaps we are not the only ones eyeing our dwindling bar supplies and thinking if we had some limes we could use up that tequila.

• They had RUBBING ALCOHOL and HYDROGEN PEROXIDE for the first time since well before lockdown. Limited to one of each per customer.

• After weeks of zero toilet paper, and then two or so weeks of just 4-packs of toilet paper, they had quite a few 20-packs of the store-brand. Limited to one pack of any size per customer.

• After weeks of NO bleachy/disinfecting cleaning products, they had several different bleachy/disinfecting cleaning products. Not tons of them, and the shelves were still pretty bare-looking.

• No disinfecting wipes, no hand sanitizer. A better supply of hand soap than before, but still pretty diminished.

I am very interested to hear what things are like at your store: things that are hard to find; things that used to be hard to find but seem to be back; things that are rationed; odd little shortages of a specific type of thing.

Every morning I wake up and think “The debauchery cannot continue: there must be less eating and more walking! less Candy Crush and more cleaning out sock drawers!” Those goals are apparently too high. Yesterday I had freezing feet for four hours because I felt like if I went upstairs for warmer socks I should really clean out the sock drawer, which currently cannot be closed. Finally I just got the warmer socks.

Paul told me yesterday evening that he had ordered the 50-pound bag of flour we’d discussed a couple of weeks ago and then casually decided not to order. He said he hadn’t wanted to say anything until it actually shipped, because it appeared he’d basically ordered the very last 50-pound bag of flour available from a company that may not have realized it was still offered on their site. Normally I would say I am not keen on situations where a couple makes a decision together and then one of them goes ahead and does a different thing. But in this case I was so happy to hear the flour was on its way, I cried a little. (And am half-imagining it will be a Downton Abbey situation and the bag will be full of plaster dust.)

I am very, very worried about the country starting to re-open.

Our government was supposed to be doing things while we were closed: we all got out of the pool so they could clean up the toxic spill. But then they didn’t do those things: we all got out of the pool, and nothing happened. We can all see that what was supposed to happen didn’t happen, but apparently those things are not going to happen, and that’s the plan: to just not do those things. The first people back in, the ones who say “Oh thank goodness, they’re letting us back in the pool so it must be safe to swim again!,” and the ones who are shoved into the pool by the re-opening, are going to show us whether this was a good plan or not. Not that it will keep the rest of us from having to get into the pool eventually too. What a mess. What a stupid, avoidable, wasteful, fatal mess.

States are starting to re-open, which is freaking me out considering our government has done little during the shutdown to justify reopening. The radio DJs were talking this morning about how they already had haircut appointments scheduled. I think there is going to be an unfortunate confusion of “permitted” and “safe”: like, if haircuts are allowed, then I have a haircut pass I can show to the virus, and the virus cannot infect me! I am feeling very unhappy about all the additional people who will be forced to go back to work in these conditions.

Paul and I were talking about the effects the partial re-open will have on our household. We are extremely, extremely fortunate that we can continue to stay home until we find out if the re-open is as bad an idea as we think it is. Originally I wrote the rest of this paragraph as a list of all the ways we were fortunate, but when I proof-read it I thought it sounded like boasting rather than the Acknowledging Privilege I was going for. It reminded me of the Christmas letters we get from Paul’s aunt: it is clear she is attempting through heavy use of the word “blessed” to communicate that they know how lucky they are and that they consider the luck unearned—and yet she manages to make it sound as if God has singled out their family for these blessings, and that she really couldn’t tell you why God didn’t do the same for your family when he clearly had that option but evidently decided not to bother for some reason, *shrug*.

Anyway, I think we’re about to go into a Very Bad Time, virus-wise, so let’s not talk about it anymore, let’s instead fulfill a request for pictures of the cats. You’re going to raise your eyebrows at my concealing their names, but “cat names” is EXACTLY the sort of dumb little thing that gets a Secret Blog discovered.

Here is Cat #1, a boy, age 9, all orange with pretty fur patterns, long and slim like a ferret:

He is a sweetie-pie and suuuuuuuuper dumb. We have a downstairs floor-plan of the sort that would let children run endlessly from room to room in a big circle, and we don’t think this cat has figured out what’s going on yet: we often see him pass through the living room, looking all around him, and then after awhile he comes all the way around again and you can just see him thinking “Oh, ANOTHER living room! With MORE people in it! Wow!! I wonder how many MORE rooms there are??” He sleeps on Edward’s bed almost every night, and we’re surprised he manages to find it so consistently. During the day he likes to sit behind me on my computer chair, so that I have to perch on the edge.

Here he is on the windowsill where he likes to watch Chipmunk TV:

That chair is there specifically for his convenience and comfort, but he often balances uncomfortably on the sill instead. With him is Cat #2, a boy, age 9. Cat #2 is a large-framed cat, a polydactyl, with extremely soft plush fur, grey-brown tabby and white. He is a Giant Baby. We have treated him with persistently gentle love for 7 years, and he still frequently winces and flinches and runs from us. If you talk to him, he will meow back. He lovvvvves Elizabeth and is usually in her room or sitting near her. He likes me, too, as long as no one else is in the room with me: after Paul gets up in the morning, he’ll sleep in Paul’s place, and then he likes to come into the bathroom and sit on the carpet while I take a shower. Here he is again, with Elizabeth:

And again, looking pensively out the window:

Here is Cat #3, a girl, age 7, orange with white tum, white knee socks, and white gloves:

She is a bossy little queen, small and fat. She bullies and menaces the polydactyl, who is much larger and stronger and could easily beat her up if he’d only realize it instead of running away from her. She is very affectionate with people in a possessive/claiming way, and will make the rounds from lap to lap. She follows us around the house, supervising and judging. She is my favorite cat we’ve ever had.

Here’s a rare photo of all three cats together (normally you’d see the two oranges together, or the two boys together, but never the girl-orange and the polydactyl unless they’re about to fight); this was possible only because they were having Wet!! Food!! which blows out their circuits:

The polydactyl looks smaller than he is, partly because of the weird perspective and partly because he is hunched in as small as he can make himself. The girl-orange is mad because she can’t eat out of all the bowls at once. The boy-orange is oblivious to all drama.