Journal Day 15: Life in my little corner of NYC in the Age of the Coronavirus, Sunday, April 5, 2020
I was again talking on the phone during my walk (this is turning into a regular pattern), but I did hang up at one point to take this picture:
The rest of the pictures are of groups of people in NYC before the Coronavirus.
I woke up this morning to find that my main online hangout — my online “home” for the last 10 years — had been shut down overnight with no advance notice.
On a brighter note, I used Zoom for the first time today, and I can see why it’s catching on. So easy to use.
In his daily news conference, my TV boyfriend Cuomo said the number of deaths is going down. It looks like we might have hit a plateau, though it’s too early to tell if it’s the start of a trend or just a statistical blip. The opinion part of his talk was about dealing with cabin fever. He said to remember that this will end at some point — most likely when we have a quick antibody test that can be widely distributed — and that people have gotten through even worse periods of history before. He also said he was going to take up running.
I tried making a face mask from hair ties and a square of fabric cut from a t-shirt, the way I saw on several instructional videos, but it kept on slipping off. I have an order of paper masks that are supposed to come in tomorrow, and a box of gloves came in today. I didn’t go to the farmer’s market this morning.
By the evening, I had got in touch with some of the people from the now-shuttered forum. Tonight, in my building and in the buildings across the street, people were out at 7:00 p.m. on hundreds of balconies, playing music, clapping, banging on pots, and cheering in a nightly ritual to honor the city’s healthcare workers. So the day ended better than it began.
