Did not leave the house today except to walk the dog. Mostly work, but got some light exercise in again thanks to Planet Fitness’ daily live cast. Almost done with the homemade blueberry pie I made over the weekend. Now watching the Met’s stream of La Boheme, even though it’s not one of my favorites. Too saccharine. And I don’t get mid-production curtain calls in opera.
Today’s real accomplishment was staying off social media most of the time. I’m really hating the tone right now. This was as normal a day as there has been in about a week. No big announcements, no additional cancellations, no big decisions.
Working from home. A previously scheduled home-cleaning service came in to give the entire house a really deep scrub, which means Ginny went to Dog Days for the day. Caren’s museum is now officially closed for the duration as are the UMinnesota libraries, so she had to remove all her material today from her assigned carrel. At this point, there is really nowhere to go.
We were briefly going to visit my family in Chicago this upcoming weekend, but that is certainly off at this point. I can’t see being away from the house, the dog, and our base with so much uncertainty in the air. We are now reaching the point where travel and certain localities could become restricted. I would not want to become locked out of my own home, or trapped in another state. Unlikely but not impossible at this point.
My main office in Denver had a quick all-staff this morning to discuss a few procedures, grab a few things from the office, and then disburse. People are rotating into the office to grab the mail and process things, but otherwise all work is being done from home. The big nonprofit questions are just starting to be asked: whither fundraising, whither income? Most importantly: where do your organization’s priorities fit in the New World’s priorities? This will not be clear for months, as we learn from both our donors and from the structure of what comes after.
Evening activities: lodge trustees meeting (by phone), 20 minute workout (video online now being put together daily by Planet Fitness), dinner, walk the dog, an episode of Vienna Blood, and a little of the Metropolitan Opera’s nightly streaming (Carmen).
It’s certainly not Day 1 of coronavirus / COVID-19, but it is day one of this journal.
Notable milestones today include the announcement of the closure of Minnesota schools, the closure of Illinois bars and restaurants, and 3,000 cases reached around the United States.
Caren and I went to the dog park briefly with Ginny, hit the Ramsey County library in Roseville to stock up, and visited a grocery store for some more perishable items for some upcoming cooking projects. I’m pretty confident in our non-perishable stocks. Gearing up for a late afternoon walk now after an afternoon of writing and organizing.
You don’t realize how busy your schedule is until its all canceled (or cancelled).
It’s all gone:
- Lodge Spaghetti Dinner (Saturday, March 14th)
- Friends’ album release party (Saturday)
- Lodge Degree Meeting (Monday, March 16th)
- Impromptu Lodge Trustee meeting for Monday (I’m calling in)
- My dad’s 70th birthday party in Chicago (next Saturday)
- Business travel to Denver (week from Monday)
- Denver Foundation meeting (week from Tuesday)
- Audit fieldwork (as online as possible)
- Grand Lodge of Minnesota Annual Communication (April 3-4; not cancelled yet, but come on)
- MN Opera Don Giovanni in May
- Caren’s trip to NYC for meeting of Costume Society of America (June)
I’m pretty concerned, which is part of why I am starting this journal. I am worried about the health of my family members. I am worried about people who are just being willfully obtuse about social distancing and therefore defeating the purpose. I am worried about the long-term economic impact of this sudden stoppage of activity. Job losses are coming. Business closures are coming. If we do ‘flatten the curve’ then there will be declarations of “overreacting.” But of course, that’s how we know it worked. So we can’t win. I’m fine with that, but the long-term policy implications may not be pretty.
What I am not worried about is my financial health. I’m only 44 years old. I’ve got time.