As I sat at my computer late Tuesday, March 17, 2020, it felt like we were on the verge of something, maybe something big.  Or, maybe something big like “Y2K.”  We won’t know until we can look back a couple weeks from now.  

The president declared a national emergency a few days ago over the Corona Virus, the novel coronavirus, COVID-19.

My home is not quarantined, as some are.  We are not self-quarantined, as some are.  We’re not under curfew, or sheltering in place voluntarily or involuntarily, as some are.

A story in the local newspaper showed the emergency tent erected at the local hospital to help manage the Tsunami of virus victims.  I hope it remains vacant.

We are not hording toilet paper, as some are.  I don’t think we are headed for financial ruin, as some may be with businesses and schools temporarily closing.  People can’t work and won’t get paid.  Some have no choice but to stay home with kids who are locked out of schools.

We are not Social Distancing.  That’s the new term of the season, Social Distancing.  It’s actually anti-social distancing – distancing people from people, but calling it anti could attach a negative connotation. 

I had been planning to join two friends for a day trip to the Lemay Car Museum in Tacoma.  With all the craziness going on, we decided to postpone and meet instead for lunch at Wendy’s. 

When I got home from lunch, my wife told me our governor had just decreed a four week ban on all statewide events of more than 25 people, closing all restaurants and bars, allowing only take-out and delivery.  Stores, grocery stores, and pharmacies are exempt from the ban.

So, with the atmosphere of a Sci-Fi Pandemic movie:

THE BOOMER DOOMER

(Thanks, Daro)

AVOID IT AT A THEATER, BUSINESS, SCHOOL, RESTAURANT, OR CROWD NEAR YOU

Maybe we are practicing Social Distancing.