We hit our first two week window.
It’s been over two weeks since my daughter has been at college and in Washington DC. Two weeks since they drove up 95 to NYC. Two weeks since he has been at work. Two weeks plus since I have been to the gym, book club, theater, movies, restaurants… Two weeks since we have had any exposure to large groups.
We all remain symptom free.
But don’t start cheering…
Because according the NY state higher ups, the apex of this crisis has yet to hit NYC.
But essentially, that means that if we develop symptoms now, the fault doesn’t lie in our stars but in ourselves…
We were warned over two weeks ago to stay at home if possible….
Which we have, for the most part…
We still walk the dog.
We still go to target or the market.
And no matter what experts say, corona is smarter than all of us…
We wear gloves every time we leave the house. When we come back in, we wipe down our gloves. And wash our hands.
We wipe down the doorknob.
We wipe down the leash.
We wipe our reusable bags.
We wipe down every single thing we buy. If the food product can be switched to a different container, we do it, and get the offending container out of the house.
We wipe down the mail. But since it’s paper, we don’t wipe too much, so we then leave it out and don’t touch it for at least 24 hours. Same with newspaper or if we get a package.
When we throw out garbage, we wipe down all the handles before we open the door or the chute. Same with stairway and banister if we take the stairs down. We use our elbows for the elevator if we use that.
When I do laundry, which is communal and in the basement, I wipe down the machines. I wipe down my laundry card.
Suffice to say, we wipe down everything. We wash our hands three times as much.
As I told my friends last week, I have the cleanest doorknob in America…
I don’t know. You tell me.
Because we’ve been told to stay home and social distance for over two weeks…and we still haven’t hit the peak…
I now live my life in two week increments: we got through phase one, phase two began yesterday. Every day fever free, every day cough free, is a small victory. But every sneeze, every time someone feels cold or hot is a warning bell… It reminds us that we are not even close to the finish line…and there is no mile marker to tell me where we are, only vague suggestions that maybe we’re at mile nine…
The problem is, we don’t really know how many miles are in this particular marathon.