In February I had a new obsession: checking stats on a website that was tracking the numbers on a new Corona virus that was growing in China. Decades ago my brothers gave me the nickname "safety Sass" due to my tendency to worry and prepare for stuff. Anything I see as a potential problem. The numbers in China were rising in a way that was familiar to my readings, and eerie. Early March we were buying a new car in Las Vegas, where we had struck our best bargain. By then Corona virus was on the coasts and major cities. We knew the wave was coming, but still felt like we could take our trip to Las Vegas. Lots of hand sanitizer and hand washing, and we had a great trip, but with a shadow that felt like it was always growing in the edges of my mind. It was an anniversary to remember. Cecily decided she wanted to buy me a new car, something that was AWD and large enough for teenage legs and her to ride in comfortably. I decided to not fight against it, but be grateful and help her find the best deal. Once I had bargained for a car and struck my best deal, Brian and I glamorously traveled to Vegas on the Greyhound. Having just come back from Spain the thought of public transportation was no big deal. However, upon entering the Greyhound bus I was reminded that the charter buses we rode in Spain are only similar in shape of transport. Over half of the travelers on the bus had a dog or animal with them. That was new. Also was the smell and the bulletproof casing around the driver. Luckily it was only 7 hours and we both got some good reading done. By the time we made it home, Corona was beginning to creep into our lives. (March 6-9, 2020)

Brian and I celebrating our 19th Anniversary at a Christina Aguilera Concert
By Wednesday Tommy had decided to keep his girls home from school in an effort to shield Su from any possible infection. I bought oxygen concentrators for myself, Cecily and my parents that Friday. While driving home with the kids that afternoon (March 13) it was announced that schools were closing. Three days of nothing to let the teachers prepare at least a little bit, and then some sort of instruction. Initial timeline: two weeks. I knew that was never going to happen.
This week was also filled with images I had only seen in Austin after a series of terrible hurricanes. People stripping shelves of water, toilet paper, food. I was torn between panic and peace. I had already been preparing for this sort of thing for months and years, but was it enough? Was I forgetting something? It became very hard to concentrate on anything besides the pandemic. How to protect my family and help others as much as humanly possible. Our neighbors had something stolen from their garage raising fears about crime rising as people worry and feel desperate.
In all of the years of watching disaster movies I had often commented to Brian "And that's why we don't live in New York!" I finally got to say it in real life as we watched their health care system become overwhelmed. I am not finding joy in any of their suffering, just grateful to not be living in a high rise building, and to be able to travel in my own car which can encapsulate me safely as I do my necessary traveling