Another cold damp stuck inside day. And I didn’t accomplish much. I looked into my closet. Clean Closet is on my STD list. But.
The closet is sort of mocking me. Saying you don’t need any of this stuff. You need jammies and slippers. And, if you do get out of this alive – you will not fit into any of your clothes!
I did make this rather sweet photo of our just started Monday Art person and my neighbor Ben who is 90+ and still going strong. And, it is for Ben and all the other “elders” that I am trying to be as good as possible.
Our Chief Executive Officer did such a fine job checking workers that the COO took a try at it this afternoon.
Major platitude drop today. Three big warm and fuzzy memos about our current condition. With the ominous paragraph buried inside:
At some point, regulatory guidelines or health department guidance may result in the decision to quarantine in place – requiring all residents to remain in their apartments.
This will happen. But, so far so good. Nobody has died since March 4. And nobody is known to have the virus. I do think that “they” will tell us when the virus hits us. Management is making this up as they go along. They are basically decent human beings. Unlike the Cheeto in 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
Mālama pono