Distractions… my elder boy has a sense of humor, and he shares. It’s a relationship that I’ve mentioned before that I was long fearful would never happen. We had our issues. We are good.

Why do I mention this? Well, because it’s easy to get caught up in the feelings when you’re trapped inside and your whole life is disrupted. One thing that has certainly helped is falling back on the disciplines passed down from The Crocodiles. Be mindful of gratitude. Be grateful as a practice. Write a list of things you’re grateful for. Big things. Small things. One of the things I am grateful for, or two if you will and they’re not things, are my sons. Their presence in the world gave me purpose years ago and they give me purpose now.

Otherwise, a few of my neighbors packed cars yesterday and fled for the countryside. The temptation is very real to run from the epicenter and head for less densely populated areas. I don’t think it’s necessarily the wisest decision at this point. What if, in fact, you’re unknowingly infected in the last few days and you simply bring it with you? It only spreads the virus and could very well leave you stranded someplace without the resources to care for you. I don’t know. It just seems irresponsible, despite that I truly understand. There are places I’d rather be too.

It is so very fucking quiet out there. I suppose I will be waiting it out right here.

More later.