Introverted Extrovert, Mars and Boredom

I went most of the week without seeing another person except for baristas. Baristas are people, of course, but I stand six to ten feet away in an empty coffee shop and chat for as long as it takes them to make my decaf mocha.

I miss people.

When I was in college, I took the Myers-Briggs test and I landed in the middle equally between being an introvert and an extrovert. I am either an introverted extrovert or an extroverted introvert. I mentioned this in a meeting last night and I one of the woman in the group laughed in recognition. I am content doing solitary activities like reading, writing my blog, painting my office, quilting, biking, hiking, etc. I enjoy my own company, to a point, and then I need to be around people before I start going batshit* crazy.

I was talking to the Boy the other day. His life in boarding school in Montana has been minimally impacted. As his school is a residential treatment center, it is considered an essential service, like a nursing home. The only change in the school's routine has been washing hands more often and weekend passes. Instead of going into town, the kids are allowed to go fly fishing.

Fly fishing. In Montana. Poor baby.

(See: The River Runs Though It by Norman Maclean which takes place in Montana. First line: "In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.")

The Boy said he is sorry he is missing the stay-at-home order, practiced by most countries in the world except North Dakota. (Montana has some of the most rigorous social distancing rules.) Twenty years from now when people talk about the pandemic, the Boy will have to tell people he was in boarding school and nothing was really different.

"I'd be good at the stay-at-home order," he said.

Yeah.

The Boy was great at social distancing, which is how he ended up in boarding school. It isn't natural or normal to spend six months laying in bed looking at a smart phone and watching Netflix, and then sneaking out in the middle of the night to ride a bike or skateboard all over town. I had my son committed to a mental health facility for the very thing everyone in the world is doing now. Ironically, he's out of the house and the rest of the world is locked inside.

Perhaps the Boy would be an ideal candidate to go on a mission to Mars, along with my friend Anderson, who also suffers from anxiety and depression. Both are wicked smart and could figure out all of the technical challenges of running a spaceship, yet at the same time would be well suited to sit and stream Breaking Bad six times in a row. The art of television and film would feed them as they blasted through space. The Boy might also need a virtual ski machine, which would be cool. Anderson could play virtual cricket.

Which brings me to boredom. Boredom--its a good thing if played right. The most legendary act of boredom was J.K. Rowling's train ride which led her to create Harry Potter. How many insights can we find when we have nothing to do?

* Bat bites are one of the theories of how COVID-19 started, right? Appropriate, then, that I am going batshit crazy.

The Camping Philosophy, Corona and Collective Grief

When I was growing up, my family went camping almost every weekend in the spring, summer and fall. We had a pop-up camper and my dad would drive from suburban Chicago to some small town in southern Wisconsin for the weekend. Sometimes we would go with other families in the neighborhood, other times it would be just the four of us and Clancy, our dog.

One thing I learned early on was the camping philosophy: when it is raining, everyone is wet so don't complain.

Does this apply to the pandemic? Who is allowed to complain? Everyone? No one? Is there a magical order of who gets to complain the most? Here is what I propose:

1. People who are sick and/or are dying of corona and are suffering alone.

These people get their own group, especially all of the people who died without their family present. 

Next...

1. Healthcare workers who are risking their own heath by caring for people with corona
2. People who lost their jobs because of social distancing requirements
3. People who should have been lost their jobs but didn't because their governor didn't implement social distancing so 640 out of 3,700 people at the meat packing plant where they work got corona and then their workplace became the current corona hotspot in the U.S.. Did I mention the factory is staffed with refugees who left war-torn countries where working in a plague ridden meat packing plant is better than their previous life?
4. People who have essential jobs--like grocery store worker, police officers and fire fighters--who  keep the world running in spite of the pandemic.
5. People who have to work from home (#me).

Am I allowed to complain even though I am at the bottom of the chain of misery?

Last night I was talking to some friends when I said "Maybe something good will come out of this, yet I can't wait to get back to normal life." As soon as I said that, I immediately regretted it. People are dying and others are losing their jobs. What good could come out of this?

Yet...maybe there could be something good. Maybe my working from home saved ten lives. Just me. Maybe collectively everyone who works from home in Seattle saved 10,000 lives. We might have reduced the burden on the healthcare system by a factor of ten. Governor Inslee sent back the mobile military hospital set up at CenturyLink field due to lack of need. Yay work-from-home workers! Seriously.

Tonight I was talking to my piano teacher and she said that her friend recommended treating this pandemic like it is an artist-in-residency program, which is interesting. While neither Karen or I will help make a vaccine, we might as well make the best of this time at home instead of freaking out. (We decided this after we spent an hour discussing how stressed we were, so I am not sure how successful we will be...)

Everyone is going through their own unique level of stress about the virus. I read a blog post about people who are not completely freaked out by the pandemic. People who recently had gone through another crisis were some of the least impacted. This aligned with a social media post from therapeutic boarding school mom: "I am not melting down as much as I thought I would about this pandemic. Am I normal? Am I the only one?" 

Nope, replied the crowd of families with kids in residential treatment.

A pandemic where you get to stay home and watch Netflix is relatively easy compared to taking care of teenager who has gone off the rails and you worry every night if they are going to die from drunk driving or are so depressed they might kill themselves. Nevertheless, the pandemic is still a crisis (when is a pandemic not a crisis?), even to those of us who have already been through a lot.

Which brings me to another point: I have gone through a decent amount of personal crises. I had a baby who died, my brother has schizophrenia, I tore my ACL (small potatoes, really), and my son is in residential treatment for anxiety and depression. Yet, each of those was more or less an individual or personal crisis. I had stable, grounded friends who weren't going through a crisis at the same time who could support me.

The pandemic is different: we all are going through this together. Everyone. Everyone's life has been disrupted, impacted. Our friends who we normally turn to are also suffering. We can't hug our friends. We can't go to lunch. We can't relax at dinner or at a movie, concert, play or ballet. Even my friends who are home with their family are struggling. I've spent hours on the phone with my dear friend Leslie. She is an effervescent sales woman stuck at home with her husband, three sons, and no nanny. When I talk to her, and I am reminded of Jean-Paul Sartre's famous line from No Exit: L'enfer, c'est les autres, or in English, "Hell is other people."

We are stuck.

I was reading the newspaper and I read an article by David Brooks. He asked readers about their mental states. He didn't know what to expect, "maybe some jaunty stories about families pulling together," like The Brady Bunch had a corona episode. What he got was gut-wrenching, like reading about widowed senior citizens isolated because their family doesn't want to contaminate them.

What I liked best about the article was the end: "I’m reminded that this is a time to practice aggressive friendship with each other — to be the one who seeks out the lonely and the troubled."

This is interesting advice, but aren't all of us in this pandemic lonely and troubled? Who isn't? Just like when rains when camping, everyone is wet. Maybe Brooks advice should be the other way around: Are you lonely and troubled? Practice aggressive friendship with each other. 

The Before Times & The New Yorker

During a conference call this morning when it wasn't my turn to talk, I went downstairs to my kitchen and cleaned up some clutter. In a stack of stuff, I found an unread copy of the New Yorker from the middle of February, which means it was probably written at the end of January and early February before COVID-19 was discovered in the U.S.

Oh, how much our world has changed since then! When I flipped through the magazine, I noticed two things:

1. Things that changed
2. Things that knowing what we know now, seem very eerie.

Travel

First, there was still travel and cruise ships, as evidenced by the ad on the inside cover, to Italy, no less! The eerie part is this trip happens to skip Lombardi in northern Italy. Did they know?

In this travel article, The Transformative Twenties, an interviewee attempts to name this decade less than two months in and before corona virus hits.

Restaurants

Movies in Theaters
Not just Netflix...

"Her activities revolve around her home life..." I have more than enough of my home life. I think I can skip this one.


Performing and Fine Arts
There used to be plays and ballet and art exhibits.

Investing in the Stock Market

Surprise! Your portfolio will lose 25% of its value! In a week!

Paper Books

Volcanoes are for pussies.

(Okay, maybe not. Yeah, Corona isn't as bad as Vesuvius. Or the London Blitz.)

I think I'll skip Black Cathedral about the "temple of end times."

Now for the eerie and the weird...

Valentine's gifts for flu season, or Corona season? Purell, a biohazard suit and roses with a description of how they smell?

Weeks before a deadly virus comes to the US, Shouts & Murmurs is about a will?

Here are some of interesting cartoons where I've added a second caption.

This will never happen again: people riding on the subway and getting close to each other. "No, after you..."

After being quarantined with your "loved one."

Because there are no restaurants...

Yeah.

Sharing food from the same plate? Never again!

At least they are six feet away...

Waiting for Corona?

Before I get to the best cartoon, here are two happy/funny things:

Gotta love jewelry. Portable wealth, good for the end of times.

And the grand winner...

"How to Do Nothing" and Goals

In the "Before Covid-19 Times," I bought How to Do Nothing by Jenny Odell. I was hoping to read it to gain insights on how I could become less busy, obsessed, stressed out, etc. Now I am reading it with a different intention: how to actually do nothing, how to survive without all of those things I had before, like seeing friends, running errands, going out to dinner.

What is doing nothing, according to Odell, an artist?

"We still recognize that much of what gives one's life meaning stems from accidents, interruptions, and serendipitous encounters: the 'off time' that a mechanistic view of experience seeks to eliminate.

"The first half of 'doing nothing' is disengaging from the attention economy. The other half is reengaging with something else."

Beautiful. I love it.

Odell continues: "That 'something else' is nothing less than time and space, a possibility only once we meet each other there on the level of attention."

Now that we all live in the time of social distancing, it doesn't mean we need to be isolated. We still can connect, and we can connect with the person that is very likely the scariest to many of us: ourselves.

I love jigsaw puzzles, but I used to view them as a waste of time, even though they gave me peace and serenity. They give me a chance to turn off my thinking brain and my heart, and give them both a rest while I am awake. I need to give myself permission to solve jigsaw puzzles if only because I love them.

I also love quilting. I am going to make a new quilt that I can use to cover myself in the evenings when I sit outside on the condo balcony. Here is the pattern design and the fabric. My Aunt Pat helped me decide on fabric and pattern.

The goal is to have the quilt remind me of a waterfall or a river.

I am also going to read. As much as I love all of these introspective, self-help books, I am also going to read fiction. This is a book about a man who is held prisoner in a hotel in Moscow years ago, which could be interesting...

Or, I can read this, an epic fantasy...

I can dig a little deeper into my piano lessons, and practice more often and with more intention.

I can enjoy the market, mostly all to myself. In February, I had friends visit from California and we went to the Market. Before they arrived, I wanted to go to the Biscuit Bitch for breakfast but there was a line outside the shop. When my friends arrived, the market was insanely busy for February. At the time, I was annoyed at both. Why are there so many people here? Now, I long for that busy day, and wait for the market to become alive again.

FTS, Rest, and Behind the Mask

I was talking to my friend Ellen the other day on the phone. The weather was beautiful for Seattle -- sunny and warm. I was sitting on my balcony and she was taking a walk. We were talking about how we have been cooped up, and how the spring weather was such a very nice change.

"When are people going to say FTS?" Ellen said. "People can only be housebound for so long before they start going crazy and need to go on a picnic with all of their friends."

Even the most civic minded of us can find ourselves wanting to "Fly! Be free!" It was relatively easy to be housebound in March, when it is cold and dreary. April? Stay inside when the weather is starting to get nice and pleasant for being outside? Fuck that shit.

Thursday* night, I was picking up a carry-out dinner from the Old Stove Brewing, a place in Pike Place Market that I used to go for happy hour after work. The beer is good and the view is breath-taking. The restaurant overlooks the Puget Sound and with a view of our Ferris wheel and the Olympic Mountains.

Thursday night was perfect weather, and the place was naturally and tragically empty.

Even though I am ready to say FTS to this "stay-at-home" order, I will comply, albeit begrudgingly. I don't want our hospitals overburdened or people to die before their time.

I wonder if the stay-at-home order has made people overall healthier, if this period of extra rest has made everyone's life less taxing and stressful, and therefore more healthy.**  Generic influenza and rhinovirus (aka common cold) rates have gone done, but has the extra resting and decrease of the busyness of life made those who have a sub-clinical or surreptitious case of COVID not become actively ill from it? Maybe because for the past month we weren't running errands, going to work, exercising at my gym, going to restaurants and not getting enough sleep all increased our resilience and made it easier for our bodies to fight the virus that it might have been harboring? Just a thought.

I made my own mask and have been wearing it in public. I went on an epic adventure yesterday to Pike Place Market to buy fruit, vegetables, meat, milk and bread, and then on to Metropolitan Market to buy Triscuits, cocoa powder and garlic paste (which I could not find.) Most of the vendors at Pike Place Market were wearing masks or scarves. Since I have lived downtown, I see the same people over and over at the market, and I realized that I miss seeing people smile. Likewise, they can't tell if I am smiling. The good news is that can't tell that I am not wearing make-up or if I've brushed my teeth. They can't tell if I've gained weight and it is all riding under my chin. Throw on a pair of sunglasses and a baseball hat with the mask, and I look like Jennifer Aniston.

"But Lauren, you look nothing like Jennifer Aniston..."

I know, but with a mask, sunglasses and a hat, you can't tell.

* Or was it Wednesday? Tuesday? Seriously, I have no idea what day it was.

** For some people, living with their family and only their family could be more stressful, not less.

Kitchen, Car & Blade

I have been thinking about how my life has been impacted over the past year, since the Boy has been in treatment and before, and what that looks like now. Since Jack and I have decided on a plan for next year for the Boy, and I am feeling relaxed, like I was holding my breath for a year and a half and now I can release. Now I need to heal, recover from the past crazy, tumultuous, eventful year.

Las year, I was so focused on getting the Boy help, everything else went to the wayside, but what does that mean? What is everything? What is wayside?

Imagine you are cooking a meal, a complicated meal with several of courses for a dozen people using recipes you have never used before in a kitchen that is not your own. And you have a deadline. You need to get the food on the table by a certain time. So you fly through the kitchen. During normal meal prep, I put dirty dishes in the dishwasher as I go along. I don't do all of the dishes while I cook, but if I have the choice between putting them in the sink or the dishwasher, I put them in the dishwasher. Likewise, when I am done using the milk or butter, I'll put the remaining back in the fridge. This meal, I don't do any of that. The dishes are all in the sink. The milk is on the counter. I am burning some of the food, and I don't have time to clean the pan, so the next dish I cook in the pan had burned bits on it.

With the Boy doing better in boarding and we have a plan for next year, it is as if the food is on the table and people are enjoying their meal. Dinner isn't done, but we are most of the way there and the hard part of getting the food out is finished.

Now I have to clean up the mess I made while I was cooking, and it isn't pretty.

Here is another analogy. My friend Sarah races her Porsche at a track in south King County. When she drives, she focuses on the road. She doesn't glance down to look at the speedometer. I imagine myself driving a race car last year. I was going so fast I could not take my eyes off the road. My friends sat next to me and would help me navigate and avoid obstacles. Since I didn't know the route, I made a few wrong turns and hit few bumps. More than once, I scraped the side of the car against other cars. Now that the race is over, I am getting out of the car and assessing the damage. The doors are banged up. I have a cut on my head from when I hit the rear view mirror. I am still trying to figure out the damage to the inside of the car: Did I ruin the alignment? Did the car leak oil while I was driving it? I have no idea what happened, but I know something is wrong. The car needs a long while in the shop before it can drive again.

Third analogy comes from a movie I saw at the Fine Arts Theatre in Chicago years ago. It was an independent film about an African American family. I can't remember the plot of the movie, but I remember the pivotal scene. The matriarch is standing between her two grown sons who are arguing. One pulls a knife on the other, and the mother steps between them to stop the fight. The camera pulls away, and the mom's hand is bleeding. She grabbed the knife. She grabbed the blade so her one son wouldn't stab the other.

While Jack and the Boy were going around in circles, I metaphorically grabbed the blade. I got between the two of them, stopped the insanity, and got the Boy in treatment. This is not to make me look like a hero--hardly. (What is a hero, anyway?) Like that mom, I did want needed to be done to take care of my son, even if I got injured in the process.

Remote Life Reality & Data

Data first today. I was thinking about COVID, because, like that is all there is to think about when that is the reason we are stuck at home 24/7.

Every morning -- and several times a day -- I check the NYT to see the daily death toll to see how the corona virus is impacting our country and the world. I not only check the data, I take a screenshot and save it to my phone so I can compare different points in time. This chart is from this morning. Almost 10K deaths, up from 2K deaths last Monday morning.

This is a mistake, not only because it is depressing, but because I am looking at the wrong data. What we need to look are these datasets, in this order:

• Number of confirmed cases
• Number of confirmed cases who are ill
• Number of confirmed cases who are hospitalized
• Number of confirmed cases who are in the ICU
• Number of confirmed cases who died
• Number of unconfirmed cases with respiratory distress in the ICU in places where there isn't testing
• Number of unconfirmed cases who died in places where there isn't testing

Life in northern Italy was a shitshow before the death toll started racking up. Let's all of those doctors and nurses and EMTs did a great job of saving people and no one died, the IMPACT of the disease was to the medical system that could barely handle those cases and other people with other illnesses who did not get help because the medical workers were swamped with COVID.

On to Remote Life Realities. I've been on a lot on Zoom meetings this past week and weekend. I sit and the counter in my kitchen and this is the view from my laptop (more or less) because my head is in the middle of the screen.

It looks nice, right? A fireplace, a mantle, pictures of my kids, a nice vase my neighbor got me for my birthday last year, a bookshelf, etc. "Wow, that is a nice place and she is so tidy." Also, the lighting from this spot is AMAZING. I look fantastic, if I do say so myself, especially compared to other places in my condo.

This is what I look at:

In short, piles of crap.

Companies are making working remotely a thing. Rumor has it West Elm is selling Zoom backdrops with their furniture to make it look like you live in a stylish space. I bought the Boy a few shirts for his birthday from this site that has a "Cozy at Home" section and "Remote Life Bundles" where you can get a 25% discount with code HITMUTE. They pair t-shirts with underpants. #awesome

Stephen Colbert had an awesome video of his reveal of whether or not to wear a suit on his home television show. Yeah. I'll let you Google it. 

And I finally figured out why I am not a big fan of working from home. I was a stay-at-home mom for a million years before I went back to the paid workforce. You know those recurring dreams I have where I am in high school or college and I find myself taking an exam for a class I never attended because I didn't check my schedule and I missed that I had signed up for "The History of Women's Roles in the Middle Ages" or whatever? I am afraid that I might wake up and forget that I have a job and then spend all morning writing my blog or quilting and then go "Oh shit! I have a job!"

Speaking of which, I gotta run.

I Miss You

If you are reading this, please know that I miss you. If you are not reading this, please know that I miss you, too.

To the baristas at the coffee shops, I miss you.

To the people on the bus (when I used to ride the bus), I miss you. Sometimes I'd talk to neighbors. Sometimes I'd talk to strangers who then became friends.

I miss my neighbors. I miss stopping to talk to people when I walk Fox.

I miss seeing my co-workers. I miss going to coffee and going to lunch. I miss sitting next to them in meetings and reading body language.

I miss meeting people after work for a beer.

I miss meeting people for dinner.

I miss yoga classes, Zumba classes, any classes.

I miss walking with my friends to walk Green Lake or to get coffee with my old friends, with my new friends.

I miss you.

Mamas Don't Sleep While their Babies are Sick

Moms don't sleep while their babies are sick.

They don't shower, they forget to eat, they don't call their moms on her birthday.

Most of all, moms don't sleep. Or if they do sleep, it is a crappy, miserable sleep where they are up every time there is a peep. They can't sleep until their kid comes out on the other side, when it is clear and apparent that their kid will be fine.

I doesn't matter the illness. The first flu or cold, cancer, or mental health crisis. Their primary focus is on the kid getting better. Some moms might continue to work because they need health insurance. (Some moms are horrible and abandon their ailing children at the hospital, but that is not most moms.)

I was in a writing class about feminine archetypes where we studied women represented in mythology. Demeter was Persephone's mother, Diana was the Hunter. "Virgins" like Diana had focused attention and were goal oriented. Mothers--like Demeter--were known for having diffuse attention where they would pay attention to lots of little things at the same time. Think cooking dinner while the laundry is in the washing machine and the kids are playing in the backyard. A guy once compared a woman's mind to a computer with lots of apps open at the same time. The cooking app may be running in the foreground, but the kids outside and the laundry are running in the background.

When mother's child is sick or suffering, that laser like focus of the virgin goddesses comes back into play. That sick child is in the foreground, and everything else is in the back. The sick child is a memory hog, using up a lot of RAM.

The Boy has turned a corner where he is seriously thinking about his future, looking ahead. Last Monday, the Boy was talking about his SAT scores, where he wanted to go to college, and what he wants to study.

"I thinking of math," said the Boy. "Something like Mathematical Methods in the Social Sciences." I nearly leapt with joy for so many reasons. First, MMSS was my own major. We have to acknowledge that. Math is an awesome major in college because it is not like you are going to pick it up on the job or learn it on the fly. I suppose people can learn math online through Khan Academy, but that is a tool for people who want to study math more.

It is super cool that he is considering math, but most important is that he is considering anything. Before, he didn't see a future for himself, which made him more depressed. Now, he is looking forward, which is good.

I am happy for him.

And now I can sleep. I can restore. I can find myself and again and get back to everything else I left running in the background, unattended.

Yesterday & Andrew

Yesterday morning, I woke up and went outside on my patio downtown.

There I smelled Seattle, the beautiful, sweet smell of cedar.

The first time I landed in Seattle, I smelled the trees. It is a unique smell lovely bouquet that has become such a part of me that I don't even notice it anymore. Somehow, that scent has become the scent of home.

Maybe because so few cars have driven anywhere in the past few weeks, our air has become cleaner and the scent sneaks through.

Then I got my newspaper. The headline quoted the President as saying the next two weeks are going to be rough.

I cried.

I worry about everything.

I worry about Jack and his job in healthcare in the pediatric ICU. There are very few COVID cases in children, but he might get called up to take care of adults. Interestingly, his patient load is smaller right now because the hospital stopped all non-essential treatments, but the only patients in the hospital are the truly ill and complicated, people who are alive in spite of their millions of medical challenges. The healthcare community can keep these people alive which is miraculous, but doctors and nurses are knocked out by a new virus.

Last night, I told Claire-Adele I was depressed after reading the news. "Then don't read the news!" she said. "Why are you doing this?" says my news junkie daughter.

This morning, I watched Gov. Andrew Cuomo's press conference while I finishing off the last of a giant pan of bread pudding I made a few days ago with stale bread, a half dozen eggs, chocolate and cranberries. I friend of mine commented that she was going to gain the "COVID-19" which I am hoping to avoid but not really because bread pudding is good. There is comfort food, and then there is cranberry and chocolate bread pudding. Here is the recipe. I used a baguette or Italian bread instead of croissants, FYI. This shit is to die for. Okay, bad metaphor for these times but this is so delicious.

Back to Gov. Andrew Cuomo. He is more spectacular than my bread pudding. I cried watching his press conference. He is more spectacular than my bread pudding. It was so beautiful I watched it twice today. Listening to him talk, I got chills. I felt like it was eighty years ago and I was listening to FDR on the wireless discuss the bombing of Pearl Harbor. I have a masters degree in communication where I studied crisis communication and Cuomo's speech is brilliant. He strikes a lovely balance between dread and hope. The State of New York isn't planning towards the worse case scenarios because they can't even imagine how they would achieve that. Cuomo talks about the anxiety, the unknown, the isolation that is brought up from this virus. I bought a condo downtown so I could be close to the pulse and heartbeat of the city, and now that is gone. Cuomo gets that. He is upfront about what he doesn't know, but I have the strongest sense that this guy is doing what he believes what needs to be done.

What else is awesome?

1. Data! As bad as COVID is medically, it is a fascinating math and modeling problem. Cuomo uses and understands his data. Math is getting its moment in the sun. Let no student in a math class ever ask again "When will I use this?" When the world is nearly coming to an end and you need to figure out a way to stop it. Math needs a commercial. "Math. It is not just for nerds anymore."
2. Charts! He has nice PowerPoint slides.
3. The deeply endearing brotherly bond between Chris and Andrew Cuomo. Their mother must be proud.
4. Italians! Go Cuomo and Fauci! I never really thought of myself as having ethnic pride because I feel like such an American, but I'll claim Cuomo and Fauci.
5. Finally, leadership. Cuomo is taking charge as if he were the parental figure for all of his constituents and it is his job to take care of everyone. It is inspiring.

I was Right!, Bow Down and a Very Dark Thought

I was right! The corona virus data from China is wrong! I knew it! All of my years of looking at data and looking for trends proved me right! And a whole bunch of other people, too, as the New York Times reported this morning:

China Created a Fail-Safe System to Track Contagions. It Failed.

"After doctors in Wuhan began treating clusters of patients stricken with a mysterious pneumonia in December, the reporting was supposed to have been automatic. Instead, hospitals deferred to local health officials who, over a political aversion to sharing bad news, withheld information about cases from the national reporting system — keeping Beijing in the dark and delaying the response.

The central health authorities first learned about the outbreak not from the reporting system but after unknown whistle-blowers leaked two internal documents online."

In short, the doctors reported the data to local officials who were (my wording) afraid to share the data with the Chinese government because it wasn't good news. Also, the situation had to be worse than the data suggests. A country of 1.4 billion people does not go into lock down because a few hundred people  died in a few weeks. This article looks at the outbreak--I am more concerned about the follow-up: If we can't trust the data in the early stages, how can we trust their data that the cases have miraculously dried up, when Italy, Spain and the US are seeing far more cases and a greater rate of death for those who tested positive?

From March 16, 2020

From March 30, 2020

I know COVID was in China since December, and I know they had a major lock-down, but how could have had so few cases when the rest of the world was ramping up? Did it really die down that fast? I can't believe that their numbers would stall so dramatically. I hope to god I am wrong.

In less depressing news...the State of Washington is kicking ass! Bow Down!

1. Social Distancing works! Boo-yah! Washington's spread of COVID is slowing. Maybe some it is because Seattleites aren't the most warm and welcoming...

Since college basketball is offline due to the virus, maybe we need brackets to track the virus by state? The winning state will be the one who has the lowest rates of infection and death. I think Ohio will win because their governor shut down the whole state the first time someone sneezed. Tell Urban Meyer to lead the cause and they have to beat Michigan and watch the Buckeye State have the least amount of illness in the world.

2. Congrats to Mercer Island High School student Avi Schiffmann for making the COVID-19 tracking website ncov2019.live.

3. Dr. Helen Chu is another amazing Washingtonian. She was the first to discover COVID-19 in the U.S.

While Washington is my adopted home, I have to give a shout out to my fellow NU alums who are keeping us entertained during this epic crisis. What a Herculean task to find humor in this challenging time where the best thing most of us can do to help is nothing. Yay Stephen Colbert and Seth Meyer, with a special cheer for Julia-Louis Dreyfus who appeared on Jimmy Kimmel. (I think Jimmy Kimmel has a massive crush on JLD based on this interview. He looks like a love-struck schoolboy, bless his heart.) I also nominate Trevor Noah to be an honorary Northwestern Alum. I love his interview with Dr. Tony Fauci.

Here is my dark thought: the major impact of Corona on Seattle is suppose to start around April 7.

Which means there are a whole bunch of people walking around around right now feeling fine who in a week will find themselves very, very ill. Some will not recover.

"Jesus, Lauren. That is really, really dark. Why are you sharing this? I am going to stop reading your blog!" is what I thought to myself.

But isn't that life? We don't know what is around the corner. It could be love. It could be death. We don't know and there are some many things over which we have no control. I guess the best I have is eat like you are going to live forever (that body has to last a long time) and love like you are going to die tomorrow.

Vacuum Cleaner & Lucky

Here is the rest of the exciting story of of my vacuum cleaner and what I am doing to save the world by staying home.

Here is the history of the vacuum cleaner. When we bought the condo, Jack bought about 75% of the stuff for it off of Craig's List, including the vacuum cleaner. Jack spent hours scouring the internet trying to find the best stuff at the best deal, and he did a nice job though at times I was annoyed that he'd spend eight hours on a Saturday looking for a couch. He did score with the barely used McKinnon cherry dining room table and the solid cherry desk. Other stuff he found was meh, like this vacuum cleaner. It is a cyclone Bissell that he found for $40. A new one is $120, but this is way less than the $500 Dyson at the house which is the best vacuum cleaner I've ever owned. I bought the Dyson before we moved to Seattle in 2004 and it is still just as good as it was the day I bought it.

In our life, we have more money than time. So when Jack spends four hours looking for a vacuum cleaner for $40 plus going to pick it up and all of the emails and logistics to go with it, I get a little irked that he saved like $65 instead of buying a new one, especially since it wasn't like he got a Dyson for $40. I don't really complain because I believe in the re-use, re-sale economy. Better for us to get a used vacuum cleaner instead of it ending up in a landfill.

When we got the used vacuum cleaner, it was mediocre. I wished we had just bought a Dyson. But whatever. The condo is small and there aren't small kids running around so a cheap little vacuum cleaner was fine.

Yesterday was the first time I vacuumed since I cleaner the super clogged and flithy filter. It was amazing. It was like I got a brand new vacuum cleaner! It was almost as good as the Dyson. For $40! On Craig's List!

Which got me thinking -- I bet the first owner never cleaned the filter. I bet the clogged filter caused the vacuum not work properly so he got rid of it. Moral of the story: it pays to a) read the instructions when you buy an appliance and b) take care of your stuff.

I read the newspaper this morning, which was a mistake. I read lots of depressing articles about increases in frequency and intensity of domestic violence, Covidivorce, and how the army is helping Seattle set up a temporary hospital in CenturyLink Field Event Center. Jack said the surge of illnesses in Seattle is predicted to hit in nine days, which is when hospitals will need extra beds. I did read a positive article: dogs are happy their owners are home. Dogs will probably slump into depression when everyone goes back to work when this settles down.

I read another article about how the corona quarantine impacts people differently. White collar workers are the luckiest. Grocery store workers are expected to continue to work. The face the public every and are exposed to anyone who might be ill. Restaurant workers are out of a job.

I am very lucky I have a job I can do at home. I won't miss my next paycheck. I don't have to interface with the public and expose myself to the virus. The worst problem I have with work is not trying to find enough hospital beds for the gravely ill. The worst problem I have at is that conference calls are a mess. My personal life is wanting exciting, but I am grateful that I am healthy (so far) and I have a job.