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Three degrees
Mar. 10th, 2020 07:24 pmI don't usually write anything on a Monday or Tuesday because of fatigue and because there's rarely anything of interest re the gulag, except stuff I can't repeat.
But re what I said yesterday about our neighbours the orchestral admins; well, seems I and my workmates weren't the only ones to notice. Turns out some of them were at the performance where the person with the plague attended. There've been talks with the building manager and now all the common areas on our floor are going to be sterilised. That's any surface we're likely to touch and the dunnies. Hopefully that's as weird as they're going to get.
I've been trying to decide how many degrees of separation that is between me and the plague (sounds more suitably dramatic than Covid-19). I think it's three, yes, me to an example member of the WASO office and from that person to the one at the performance who's got it?
For my part, I'm not particularly worried. I've had some nasty bouts of flu (and other things) before and I've got no health problems in that regard. I am concerned by possibly passing it on to my mother, who is 89 but apart from taking the recommended health precautions, I don't know what else I can do. I figure I'll take hand sanitiser over there with me, well, if she still wants me to darken her door after I tell her this stuff :-)
Even the annual science fiction convention here in Perth, Swancon, has been cancelled and that's never happened in all the time it's been held. I've been attending - well, it would have been 40 years (Swancon 45) - so it feels rather strange. Even on occasions where I could only go for a day, usually because I was too strapped for cash at the time, it was always there.
9/11 changed the world.
It feels as though this virus is changing it again.
Interesting times.
But re what I said yesterday about our neighbours the orchestral admins; well, seems I and my workmates weren't the only ones to notice. Turns out some of them were at the performance where the person with the plague attended. There've been talks with the building manager and now all the common areas on our floor are going to be sterilised. That's any surface we're likely to touch and the dunnies. Hopefully that's as weird as they're going to get.
I've been trying to decide how many degrees of separation that is between me and the plague (sounds more suitably dramatic than Covid-19). I think it's three, yes, me to an example member of the WASO office and from that person to the one at the performance who's got it?
For my part, I'm not particularly worried. I've had some nasty bouts of flu (and other things) before and I've got no health problems in that regard. I am concerned by possibly passing it on to my mother, who is 89 but apart from taking the recommended health precautions, I don't know what else I can do. I figure I'll take hand sanitiser over there with me, well, if she still wants me to darken her door after I tell her this stuff :-)
Even the annual science fiction convention here in Perth, Swancon, has been cancelled and that's never happened in all the time it's been held. I've been attending - well, it would have been 40 years (Swancon 45) - so it feels rather strange. Even on occasions where I could only go for a day, usually because I was too strapped for cash at the time, it was always there.
9/11 changed the world.
It feels as though this virus is changing it again.
Interesting times.