Quarantine life continues.

I'm starting to get into a groove. Work hasn't been very consistent lately, but Kirstin was off for a number of days this week and was able to handle all of Madeline's school work. I was then able to get a number of productive work days in with Acorn and other stuff. It felt good.

Speaking of, Kirstin was picking up work packets from Madeline's school and decided to hit the Starbucks drive-through to take advantage of their free coffee for health care workers. In addition to the coffee, the barista threw in a bag of beans and some chocolate covered madeleines. Kirstin said she felt guilty at first, but then realized that since she's working directly with Covid-19 patients, maybe she shouldn't. And Madeline got to eat some madeleines.

Two of our favorite lunch restaurants opened back up for takeout, which makes myself and Madeline super happy. Most of their customers were from the Everett Boeing plant, which also opened back up this past week. I think there's a good chance the plant will be closing down again because I can't imagine the virus isn't going to spread like crazy in there.

100 pull-ups a day ended up causing problems as expected, so I've cut way back. Running in the morning continues. So does my scheming for trying to build a little climbing wall somewhere in our yard.

I recently found out our county sheriff is an asshole, saying the governor’s stay-home order is unconstitutional, so he's not going to enforce it. Over 200k people have died from Covid-19 as of today. 52k of those in the U.S. I don't understand why face masks of any kind aren't mandatory yet.

For the past three weeks I've picked a day during the week and had pizza takeout for lunch in my driveway. A couple of friends would visit for a few minutes, at a comfortably safe distance, and they got to take home some pizzas. Madeline also delivered a couple of pizzas to some neighbors. It's a little bit of work, but it feels really good to talk to folks I haven't seen in a while. Especially the people I used see multiple times a week (usually climbing friends from Vertical World). Holy crap do I miss the climbing gym. The weather is starting to get nice and I'm hopeful that the national forests will open up for climbing soon, and that'll be great. But not being able to hang with my friends for… maybe a year or more? That hurts and I try and not think about it.

Of course worse things could be happening to us right now, so I hate to complain about anything. We're certainly better off than most, living in a suburb North of Seattle.