Ron observed this morning that we live in a bubble: we have a good governor who has kept Covid-19 at bay.
We can visit New Hampshire, Rhode Island or any of the other New England states. We couldn’t easily visit Em in Washington or Ron’s friends and relatives in Arizona, not that we had plans.
We are hesitant to spend money on nice-to-haves but non-essentials, like a smart thermostat.
More pertinently, I would like to go thrifting, but the prospect of any retail shopping is even less appealing than usual: since the tourons arrived, there has been an increase in Covid-19 cases.
It’s unsettling that some biotech companies with promising treatments for disease-resistant bacteria have shut down.
A bubble can definitely feel like a trap in which a bacterial infection could get out of control, we could find ourselves marooned because our cars needed servicing that we couldn’t afford, we are hesitant to go out because of risk of exposure to people who are from Covid-19 “hot spots”.
If those limits weren’t enough, it’s been hot, crazily hot. It hit 100 the other day.
Historically, the end of July/beginning of August is the hottest time of the year, but the intensity of the heat this year is unusual, and it looks like we won’t have decent walking weather until mid-August at the earliest.