I feel like there is a strange disconnection and I am not referring to social distancing. It’s the chasm between us “stay homers” and those that are working so bloody hard.
We are both doing our part but one side has it a lot easier than the other half. I, for one, am busy striking big items off my long term “to do list”. I am catching up on household chores, cooking and baking good food and using social media to stay in touch. Well that and the phone. I’m working my way through my “stash” of fabric and am spending a lot of creative time. I may even break out a puzzle and read a book as I’ve realized that this is more than a staycation.
There are those that would, I am sure, cherish this time that I’m enjoying. Those on the front line, in many fronts, are not so darn fortunate. Truckers can’t find food or washrooms that are open. Health care providers have access to those items but don’t have time to partake of them. They all go without. Their schedules don’t allow for much time off and even less family time. Many health care providers have sent their families away for the foreseeable future. Retail essential service workers are putting in long shifts and I am sure must constantly be concerned that their exposure level to Covid 19 rises daily.
It’s a serious public health threat and we must all act now. It’s just that we have to act in different planes. It fills me with gratitude that so many risk so much. That they take this on daily while I do my share by staying home.