Monday I was in Butterfields, and have been home, inside, since. But I need to replenish.
My first stop is Fresh Direct. Everyone used to be able to get one-day delivery. Now one is lucky to find an open delivery slot within a week. But that's okay, I am grateful we still have so many delivery options here. My order, placed on Tuesday, will arrive Sunday. In the meantime, I keep adding to it.
Today I order — for the first time — from Butterfields. When my bags arrive, I leave them outside my door and unpack from there.
I'm now good for three more days.
The last time I did anything even remotely social was on March 11. I attended a BAFTA Board Meeting. On that day, there were 53 positive cases of Covid-19 reported in NYC. As of today, there are 23,112, and 365 deaths. To put this in perspective, in 2019, there were 315 homicides in NYC.
Everything I've heard says that staying in is the safest place to be.
I haven't left my house since Monday. Some people I know who have, remove their clothes as soon as they return home, throw them in the washer, and take a shower. If I had a dog (and/or a washer and dryer), I'd be doing that too.
It all still feels so unbelievable. Literally.
I find myself on the phone more. And though everyone is tired of talking about anything related to the coronavirus, the conversation inevitably circles back to it. There's really little else to talk about these days.
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