day 16

So I heard what’s tricky about the coronavirus is that the incubation period can be up to two weeks and during this period you can show zero symptoms and think you’re completely fine.  And then two weeks later it hits you.  

It’s been two weeks since the French president started the lockdown (noon March 17^th).  Abruptly my husband, daughter, son, and I were plunged into a new reality, a new rhythm of life that no one could have anticipated.  

Since this started my son asks for his bottle at least four times a day.  My daughter constructs and reconstructs a nest of pillows and blankets in every room of the house she finds herself in.  My parents constantly forward me emails about the virus from every known expert about how to wash your hands or grocery shop.  I’m constantly bombarded with images of people in masks and number of recent deaths that climb daily. I spend 24/7 with the same three people.  

I’m waiting for the shoe to drop.