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  2020-02-25

  Covid journal, 2020-2023

  From the beginning, I was aware that this was a world historical event and I wanted to be very attentive to how it played out, both in the news and in my personal life. I read that diaries were scarce in the aftermath of the 1917 pandemic, so it could be useful to scholars to create one this time. I reviewed it before submission, and it reminded me of many things I had already forgotten. Once I started in February 2020, I wrote every day until mid-2021, when entries began to thin out.
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  2022-01-10

  life at NAU during 2022

  in this journal I have mentioned many times how COVID really never effected me or the work that I had to do.
• 2021-08-09

  THE19: Howl of a Mad (American) COVID-dodger, a Dia-Rant

  A year from the perspective of an immuno-compromised, mulitple comorbidities survivor stranded in place until vaccine in a poor, rural, underserved and politically conservative Colorado ski and summer resort community over run by affluent COVID torurism.
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  2021-07-10

  Quarantine with the Breakfast Club

  I tried something new. And that’s not something that I do often. I pushed myself to go to boarding school… During a pandemic. I spent one (Covid safe) month at a boarding school and kept a journal every night for the first week. Here’s my experience of sweaty masks, making friends, and living in my dorm.
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  2021-07-10

  Dear Diary: A Quarantine Reflection

  My submission to the Journal of the Plague Year is a reflection on the process of writing diary entries about living through a quarantine period at my summer program at Phillips Academy Andover. It talks through my feelings of anxiety and guilt, as well as feeling a sense of distance from the rest of the world during the seven day period, and explains how keeping a diary can help you understand your own emotions during a difficult time.
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  2021-05-07

  Story of civic warrior 2 nd wave in india

  Daily diary of a covid doctor for last 2 months…. The message towards the end of 2nd wave of pandemic The last 2 months of 2nd wave of the pandemic have been the most hectic in all aspects emotionally, physically, personally. Finally got some time to pen down my experience towards the end of this 2 wave. Working in territory care hospital as an intensivist, managing own start-up Providing doctors on call for a home visit, tele and video consultation, free consultation for underprivileged people. Every day waking up after hardly 2 to 3 hours of sleep. I will would see 10 to 15 miss calls, Finish teleconsultation as much as possible and then do a home visit for few patients on the way to hospital, Home visit for covid patients has been a totally different experience, these were the patients under the most stressed condition not getting hospital beds, their family physician had stopped seeing them due to fear of self infection. with proper PPE protection treating patients at home successfully is so self satisfactory as a doctor which only COVID warriors like us can understand. Then reaching my COVID ICU where the sickest patients in the city are there, managing such a sharp surge in critical cases has been a Herculean task, time is key in critical care setup, the timely decision to give ventilator support or ECMO support saved few lives. thankfully I have the best doctors, nurses, paramedics, housekeeping, and management guys who make our work easy. Those grueling 8 hours In PPE without food water or toilet. And the most important was talking with the family of those sick patients, ask any 1 of our covid warriors every1 has hundreds of sad story of each family. This used to break us emotionally. Coming out of covid ICU, the number of missed calls for teleconsultation was pending. I would finish them while having lunch In the evening. During the peak of this my wife working as anesthesia Doctor at BHU got infected for 2 nd time, And lost 2 elder family member due to COVID, But the patient's family expectations from me kept me doing my work, and didn't visit my sick wife or attended the funeral of any of my relatives. Then in late-night had kept free teleconsultation slot for my native hometown Sindri, Dhanbad patients. And also underprivileged patients from pan India. After finishing calls, night again would start home visit for covid patients which would go till 2 to 3 am in the morning. Then finally to find a nap of few hours till the next day of battle. This is the story of lakhs of lakhs of covid warriors like me. But think about us now we are also getting burnt out, So request all people not to relax after 2 nd wave, get vaccinated use mask maintain social distancing even after govt unlocks, it's not over yet………... Dr Animesh Kumar Mishra Critical care medicine specialist Apollo Gleneagles Hospital. Founder of DCHS healthcare solutions. 9176138128
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  2021-04-02

  Why is this so hard?

  Every week, write an entry in JOTPY. Seems like the easiest assignment ever. I thought so, too. But, I have really struggled. I have found myself behind in entries and I probably need to write 2-3 times a week for the rest of the semester to stay on track. I've always had trouble journaling and writing in diaries ever since I was a kid. I've always viewed those things as really personal thoughts and I like to keep mine in my head. I viewed writing my innermost thoughts and viewpoints would give others an advantage over me, a way to see my weaknesses. A super intimate view of myself through my own lens. I've read thousands of pages, researched for hours, written a dozen response papers, drafted a 25-page paper, and still, this write in JOTPY every week has been the hardest assignment all semester. Maybe it's because it forces me to think about COVID and how it has affected me, my family, and the rest of society. COVID has taken over my life for the past year and this assignment forces me to confront that fact and my feelings about it head-on. It forces me to publicly share these thoughts. At first, I wondered if it was even beneficial to assign students to write for a project like this. It's supposed to be shared experiences but how authentic are the entries really going to be when people are not writing on their own, but writing because their grade is dependent upon it? I cannot speak for other students, but I feel that this entry I am writing now is very authentic. Although I am scrambling and having to submit a few times a week, I am grateful for this assignment. It really helped me grow as a student and a person. I still have a ways to go, but I am becoming more comfortable with sharing my personal thoughts and opinions in writing.
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  2021-02-14

  My Story: I Got COVID-19 Because of ICE

  I am sending a diary style writing where I share my experience during the pandemic. I focus on the issue of ICE during the pandemic. Before the lockdowns, my uncle was detained by ICE and was deported during the pandemic. My uncle has been living in the US for 25+ years and Mexico, my uncle's home country, has changed a lot since he last lived there. For that reason, I went to Mexico to take him home. This made me get COVID.
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  2020-03-22T12:49:00

  Overwhelmed

  When I wrote this journal entry the world was just starting to go into a panic. Mass hysteria caused every town to be placed on lockdown. Everyone was being forced to quarantine and had a curfew at 9 pm everyday. There was no explanation of what the Coronavirus was other than it was fast spreading and killing thousands of people. In March, there was still a lot of uncertainties. As a college student everything was very abrupt. Our classes and school were shut down fast following students traveling and coming back and testing positive. With being locked into a dorm where roommates left, the dorm life got very tough. Feelings of anxiety, depression, and loneliness were common to feel during this time. You go from having an active social life to being terrified to be near someone. It takes a toll on your mental health. Additionally, in this journal entry I talk about a relationship with a guy that wasn't going to work, another active conversation about how the want to see someone amidst the pandemic was not attractive and easy. There was a want to go home, but my family lived in Miami and their cases were higher than the one's on the West Coast of Florida. This entry was important to me because I thought it was a perfect description of the chaos and emotional uncertainty of the beginning of the pandemic.
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  2020

  The Plague Diaries 2020

  I read Defoe's diary on the Plague in 1665 and decided to replicate it but also tell a story of what else happened to the world and to me for 12 months beginning 18th March 2020.
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  2020

  The Plague Year, From My Perspective

  The writings in this piece reflect my life during the pandemic.
• 2020-05-01

  Chronicles of quarantine

  This is a diary of 8-week quarantine. Coming back from another country at the beginning of pandemic, hospital, some sad thoughts - it is an unfinished diary. Life continues and we should get used to the new world so I stopped this diary. Although in my home country, Belarus happens worse things that I described in a diary. We have revolution right now, people die, peaceful protesters are bitten, tortured, and gotten to prison. But it’s a whole another part of my life, which I could not even imagine at the beginning of a pandemic. So enjoy the diary of innocent and naive Yana from the past.
• 2020-05-12

  Est-ce ainsi que les hommes vivent ? Journal de confinement, 14 mars-10 mai 2020

  I wrote every day. A true story of my life, alone and all my friends : radio, books, friends, websites...
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  2020-07-02

  Dear Diary 2020

  2020 is certainly a year filled with disasters, bad news, and unprecedented happenings. This author wrote down a few of them and wonders what's ahead.
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  2020-07-01

  Our First Trip Out

  My kids and I have not left our street since March due to the continual rise in cases. Despite an all time high and no desire to venture out, my Girl Scout troop needed their cookie prizes and the materials for our end of the year, virtual “Bridging” ceremony. I decided to drop the items on the girls’ doorsteps, wearing a mask, and not actually ring a doorbell but instead text from the safety of my car. Basically, run out, run back to the car. To do so, I enlisted my mom (who lives with us) to drive to lessen the variables for infection. Realizing my kids might want to see the world outside our street, I allowed them to ride in the car. I figured the risk was minimal because I was coming into contact with no one. Both kids have been keeping “quarantine” journals and I found their reflections interesting. My daughter was agitated that so many people we saw were not wearing masks. When we went out, our area had just been re-opened, despite a continual rise in cases. Our state has seen an 80% increase over the last two weeks and, as of today, is re-closing “indoor businesses.” My son, on the other hand, seemed relieved to see that McDonald’s still existed and had an open sign. He told us he was happy everything was “in order.” It makes me wonder what he thought was happening beyond our street. I did stop to take one picture, of our local playground. I was so surprised that every park we passed had the playgrounds roped off. It makes sense, but was eerie to see. I don’t foresee us venturing out again soon.
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  2020

  The Coronavirus Diaries: An account of the coronavirus 2020 pandemic from the perspective of a 14 year old

  This was the perspective of the coronavirus at the beginning from a younger unbiased person.
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  2020-05-31

  Corona Journal - May 2020

  Corona journal dated May 2020. I created non-objective symbols from my subconscious during these times.
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  2020-03-07

  Pandemic Diary Entries

  These are entries taken and edited from my diary. They describe my thoughts and life during the pandemic, from March 7 2020 to May 18 2020.
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  2020-05-27

  Life as a Quaren-teen: Jacquelyn's Coronavirus Files

  It provides a full, comprehensive view of the COVID-19 pandemic in Carroll County, MD, including multiple perspectives on the pandemic. This allows it to tell more than just one story and hear the voices of many in the community.
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  2020-05-24

  Hey Diary Meme

  Meme screenshot from Joshua Valko's Instagram story on 5/24/2020. Josh Valko is a lineman in Los Angelas and has been working through the pandemic as an essential worker. He often shares humorous accounts of the difficulties of his job due to the pandemic and the reactions from his fellow linemen. The meme shows a lineman filling out papers while sitting in the shade of tree, the caption reads "Hey Diary, its me again. Corona is still going on, but I'm a tough cookie so I'm doing fine..."
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  2020-05-16

  Diario de una cuarentena

  A different, shorter version of diario de una cuarentena by Andrés Edery published in Somos el Comercio. Images make light of staying at home, and the reality of being around your kids constantly during a pandemic.
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  2020-05-17

  Fifth set in Diario de una cuarentena, por Andrés Edery

  Image 61-80 in Diario de una cuarentena, por Andrés Edery posted by El Comercio Peru
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  2020-05-17

  Fourth set Diario de una cuarentena, por Andrés Edery

  Items 41-60 in Diario de una cuarentena, por Andrés Edery, a series of political cartoons hosted by El Comercio Peru's website in the Historias section.
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  2020-05-17

  Third set Diario de una cuarentena, por Andrés Edery

  Images 24-40 from Otra vez Andrés | Mira las gráficas que Andrés Edery publica en la revista desde el 2018. Política nacional e internacional, Lima, el deporte, nuestro país: todo resumido en su trazo
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  2020-05-17

  Second set from Diario de una cuarentena, por Andrés Edery

  Images 12-24 in Diario de una cuarentena, por Andrés Edery
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  2020-05-17

  Caso Huawei: La polémica entre Estados Unidos y China, según el trazo de Edery

  Image 11/85 from Diario de una cuarentena, por Andrés Edery
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  2020-05-17

  First 10 images in "Diario de una cuarentena, por Andrés Edery"

  The first ten pages of Diario de una cuarentena, por Andrés Edery. It's a collection of 85 images related to local, national, and international news.
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  05/04/2020

  Habits Changing!!!

  I have noticed that I keep waking up later and later in the day. In the beginning of the quarantine I would wake up at about seven. Today I woke up at eight fifty-three. It is a good thing that we are not going back to school because I do not know how I would survive waking up that early. At least I have the rest of the summer to try and get my sleep schedule back in order. Other than that, my days have been very productive in my opinion. I have not been into any TV shows or movies. I think that is a good thing even though if one of my family members asks me to watch something with them, I do most of the time. This is kind of the same as before the virus. I wouldn’t watch too much TV. The virus has definitely affected my sleep schedule. Ever day I want to get out of quarantine and do something more and more. I am fed up with quarantine by now and just want everything to go back to normal. *Original text in "Creator:" Nicole Dumitrascu #LSMS #NSD
• 2020-04-16

  Journal of a Walmart employee

  Journal entries.
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  2020-05-05

  Javier's COVID dairies

  A detailed account of the pandemic through twitter
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  2020-05-05

  Javier's COVID dairies

  A Journal of the Plague Year- An Archive Diary
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  2020-03-25

  Covid Diary- Caleb Lincoln

  Personal diary entries from 03/25/2020 to 05/01/2020
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  2020-04-19

  The Covid Diaries Entry #16

  My experiences of this pandemic.Entry 16. i had a transformative experience with the catfish given to me on Easter Sunday. (inspired by Aristotle’s animal biology.) April 19, 2020.Catfish are known as survival fish due to their reslience in adverse conditions and long length of life. They have no scales making them extremely sensitive to external elements. Their whiskers or ‘barbels’ (latin for little beard) serve as sensory feelers for protection and food detection. Since Corona inception to current
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  04/19/2020

  The Covid Diaries Entry #15

  My experiences of this pandemic.Entry 15. my first commissioned piece, Peter’s study; spending his quarantine time writing book flaps and emailing his kids. April 17, 2020. Since Corona inception to current
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  2020-04-19

  The Covid Diaries Entry #14

  My experiences of this pandemic. Entry 14. i am greatly warmed by the neighborly exchange of goods that has resulted from this pandemic. my sister bakes two sourdough loaves a day and passes them out to neighbors. And Peter gifted me a produce basket of apples, pears, potatoes, and onions. April 15, 2020.FULL DISCLAIMER: the loaves did not exist physically in my reality - I only heard about them through story.Since Corona inception to current
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  2020-04-19

  The Covid Diaries Entry #13

  My experiences of this pandemic.Entry 13. a friend’s birthday had me rifling through old photos and i always keep photos i love close by - we were playing backgammon and drinking bullet coffee at the sunrise shack in O’ahu. happy birthday, Dylan. April 13, 2020. Since Corona inception to current
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  2020-04-19

  The Covid Diaries Entry #12

  My experiences of this pandemic.Entry 12. had a ‘stars - they’re just like us’ moment while on a walk the other day. April 11, 2020. those who know me know i communicate significantly better through letters, so I hold high veneration for the usps system - especially in this time as they con- tinue to gas up and keep us connected through their service. had me thinking about the history of stripes and the variations and effects of pride. Since Corona inception to current
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  2020-04-19

  The Covid Diaries Entry #11

  My experiences of this pandemic.Entry 11. enter into the gauntlet that is Trader Joe’s, if you dare. (but not during critical week). April 8, 2020. I award a halo to Chris Steele for paying for my groceries when my card declined. I throw a pitchfork at the tomato sauce jar for smashing to the ground and creating a scene of much distress. Since Corona inception to current
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  2020-04-19

  The Covid Diaries Entry #10

  My experiences of this pandemic.Entry 10. morning runs along the LA river alleviate my woes. April 6, 2020.fun finds: leather recliner, golf balls, provocative grafitti, soccer trophy, deflated beach ball, vintage vespa, album disc. Since Corona inception to current
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  2020-04-19

  The Covid Diaries Entry #9

  My experiences of this pandemic Entry 9. cultivating the art of flaneuserie along silent n figueroa st. ‘dan l’oeil du flaneur.’ April 4, 2020. Since Corona inception to current
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  Since Corona inception to current

  The Covid Diaries Entry #8

  My experiences of this pandemic Entry 8. playing an endless game of scavenger hunt for coveted supplies. April 2, 2020.HOT requests: chlorox, rising yeast, potted herbs, paper goods, swiffer mops, reusable gloves, sanitizer, any disinfectant (99.9%), flour, tylenol.
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  Since Corona inception to current

  The Covid Diaries Entry #7

  My experiences of this pandemic Entry 7. launched operation garage clean this weekend. March 31, 2020.
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  2020-03-29

  The Covid Diaries Entry #5

  My experiences of this pandemic. Entry 5. soaking in vital sun rays while in queue to buy groceries - 6ft - *important to support olders/wisest & local business/* March 29, 2020.ps the masked dog is fictional. Though I would not be surprised to see this as people are weird with their pets.
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  2020-03-27

  The Covid Diaries Entry #4

  My experiences of this pandemic.Entry 4. enjoying two plus hot showers a day. March 27, 2020.
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  2020-03-26

  The Covid Diaries Entry #3

  My experiences of this pandemic.Entry 3. learned how to play ‘it’s complicated’ by avril lavigne. And ‘I can see clearly now’ by Johnny Nash. March 26, 2020.
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  2020-03-24

  The Covid Diaries Entry #2

  My experiences of this pandemic. Entry 2. enjoying toast, but miss the toasty warmth of a coffee shop. March 24, 2020.
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  2020-04-01

  Isolation diary

  Telegram. An online diary about the personal account of the virus.
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  2020-03-22

  The Covid Diaries

  My experiences of this pandemic
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  04/19/2020

  Journal Entry

  Saturday 4th of April I was lucky to muster the motivation to rise from the Persian straw mat, with a yoga mat on top, my makeshift bed, at dawn. The usual sense of grogginess was absent despite the consumed quantities of alcohol the night before. It was the spirit of red wine, the viral of red liquid swimming in the aftermaths that remained in the back of my breath, and triggered a memory that was now the time to take advantage of the time. To walk the dogs, in the cool of dawn. The air was fresh, the streets were quiet. I walked to the city and back. Upon returning the motivation continued and I went into meditation, practicing the Kundalini technique ‘breath of fire’ I’d learnt during my travels to Thailand and my days at uni, going to yoga classes in my breaks. This set me up for a productive day. I watched two films with Jeremy, Ernest and Celest, an animation about a bear and a mouse, and an animated sci-fi, ‘The battle for Tera’, a futuristic film, set on an inhabited planet called Tera, where the humans and aliens came into conflict. Left over south Indian curry, ordered the night before, from the local ‘Saffron’ restaurant in Parap. Then an afternoon spent cleaning, and de-dusting the bedroom and re-arranging the furniture. Sunday 5th of April Up early again, walking the dogs to the city and back. Upon returning I was delighted to have breakfast and coffee prepare for me, which I eagerly took to the front porch and watched the dark clouds loom over with occasional thing and rain. I then returned to meditate, stretch and breath as I continue to practice the ‘breath of fire’. The rest of the day was a haze, until I decided to go for a run and exercise at the park nearby. A fairly uneventful day. As Covid19 takes hold of the community I spend more and more days inside, and thus the urge to write. It’s not only that, economic recession, social distancing are other measures bearing down upon us. News, media, the radio present us with a range of mixed messages, forecasts, warnings, pointing the finger, statistics and stay safe messages. It can be rather a lot to take in. Monday 6th of April The distaste on the tip of my tongue. 1.5 m social distancing, that’s the policy being implemented around the world as the global pandemic, covid19 spreads. But my own supervisor, a head of English at Palmerston seemed to fail to understand. Creeping closer, as if it was a game to get close. Look, I’m not one to take the high horse, but there better be a damn good explanation as to why she was purposefully, nauseatingly, distastefully inclining closer as we went over possible applications for online learning. Maybe she was obtuse, unknowingly breaching the rules, either way it was perverted. The rest of the day I spent plodding away, establishing online communication with students and coming to grips with the impact of covid19 and all its affiliating consequences. 7th of April The coronavirus, also known as covid19 looms on, with work limited to preparation, planning and online communication taking place of normal school day activities. Another early start, but also an early finish as the realization of working from home sets in, the workplace seems to become a place that once was. Still early days, and prepping to be in the best possible position in the scenario of a school wide lockdown takes priority. The small differences begin to accumulate, and life is certainly changing direction. Home by 11 and the rest of the day was spent on my laptop as my son scooted around on his Heely’s, as well as transitioning to online learning. A fairly uneventful day, with the radio news repeating the same issues over and over again, the dogs lazing on the cool floor and my robotic vacuum doing the rounds. 8th of April The day ended dancing in the quietened library room to music video’s showing choregraphed moves. It was a great way to let things go as tension builds up daily, making this relatively unbearable. I begin to question whether covid19 is not a front for something else that is going on in the world. A complete day off, spent at home with Jeremy, as I completed Task 1 of my masters degree. Whether it was building a Lego tower, learning online or watching him Heely around the house, spending time with Jeremy is food for my soul. 9th of April Today we erected the 8man tent in our backyard in anticipation of the Easter weekend. Government restrictions meant we would be doing very little over the long weekend. The tent was like a makeshift covid19 hospitalisation space, for anybody turning up with symptoms. The start of the day was keeping up to date with colleagues at school and then rushing home in the morning to ensure our home delivery of groceries would be put away before it was too late. Then I knuckled down and completed my unit outline for my flailing year 11 English class, a lot that have yet to be sparked by the thought of finishing high-school forever. I am at a low point with them, unable to switch their minds on, and turn their hormones off. The rest of the day was filled with snippets of covid19 newsbreaks and a dinner in the tent. Meatballs in sauce a la couscous! 10th of April I’ve just about had it. It’s not just the coronavirus, it’s the claustrophobia, the media and screen time, and most of all, it’s my god damn finances. The last point makes the situation a dire straits. They say 6 months, but that’s just the virus. The reality is, it’s unlikely the economy is going to recover. But, that’s enough. Today, Good Friday, was at home, making simple Easter crafts, reading short stories playing in the tent, trying to fix holes in a blow up mattress and not much else. Most of the day was spent thinking about lost things from the past. A weird strategy my brain uses to keep itself occupied. It’s quite annoying. Tomorrow, let’s see, better things could be on the horizon.
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  2020-04-19

  Journal

  Saturday 4th of April I was lucky to muster the motivation to rise from the Persian straw mat, with a yoga mat on top, my makeshift bed, at dawn. The usual sense of grogginess was absent despite the consumed quantities of alcohol the night before. It was the spirit of red wine, the viral of red liquid swimming in the aftermaths that remained in the back of my breath, and triggered a memory that was now the time to take advantage of the time. To walk the dogs, in the cool of dawn. The air was fresh, the streets were quiet. I walked to the city and back. Upon returning the motivation continued and I went into meditation, practicing the Kundalini technique ‘breath of fire’ I’d learnt during my travels to Thailand and my days at uni, going to yoga classes in my breaks. This set me up for a productive day. I watched two films with Jeremy, Ernest and Celest, an animation about a bear and a mouse, and an animated sci-fi, ‘The battle for Tera’, a futuristic film, set on an inhabited planet called Tera, where the humans and aliens came into conflict. Left over south Indian curry, ordered the night before, from the local ‘Saffron’ restaurant in Parap. Then an afternoon spent cleaning, and de-dusting the bedroom and re-arranging the furniture. Sunday 5th of April Up early again, walking the dogs to the city and back. Upon returning I was delighted to have breakfast and coffee prepare for me, which I eagerly took to the front porch and watched the dark clouds loom over with occasional thing and rain. I then returned to meditate, stretch and breath as I continue to practice the ‘breath of fire’. The rest of the day was a haze, until I decided to go for a run and exercise at the park nearby. A fairly uneventful day. As Covid19 takes hold of the community I spend more and more days inside, and thus the urge to write. It’s not only that, economic recession, social distancing are other measures bearing down upon us. News, media, the radio present us with a range of mixed messages, forecasts, warnings, pointing the finger, statistics and stay safe messages. It can be rather a lot to take in. Monday 6th of April The distaste on the tip of my tongue. 1.5 m social distancing, that’s the policy being implemented around the world as the global pandemic, covid19 spreads. But my own supervisor, a head of English at Palmerston seemed to fail to understand. Creeping closer, as if it was a game to get close. Look, I’m not one to take the high horse, but there better be a damn good explanation as to why she was purposefully, nauseatingly, distastefully inclining closer as we went over possible applications for online learning. Maybe she was obtuse, unknowingly breaching the rules, either way it was perverted. The rest of the day I spent plodding away, establishing online communication with students and coming to grips with the impact of covid19 and all its affiliating consequences. 7th of April The coronavirus, also known as covid19 looms on, with work limited to preparation, planning and online communication taking place of normal school day activities. Another early start, but also an early finish as the realization of working from home sets in, the workplace seems to become a place that once was. Still early days, and prepping to be in the best possible position in the scenario of a school wide lockdown takes priority. The small differences begin to accumulate, and life is certainly changing direction. Home by 11 and the rest of the day was spent on my laptop as my son scooted around on his Heely’s, as well as transitioning to online learning. A fairly uneventful day, with the radio news repeating the same issues over and over again, the dogs lazing on the cool floor and my robotic vacuum doing the rounds. 8th of April The day ended dancing in the quietened library room to music video’s showing choregraphed moves. It was a great way to let things go as tension builds up daily, making this relatively unbearable. I begin to question whether covid19 is not a front for something else that is going on in the world. A complete day off, spent at home with Jeremy, as I completed Task 1 of my masters degree. Whether it was building a Lego tower, learning online or watching him Heely around the house, spending time with Jeremy is food for my soul. 9th of April Today we erected the 8man tent in our backyard in anticipation of the Easter weekend. Government restrictions meant we would be doing very little over the long weekend. The tent was like a makeshift covid19 hospitalisation space, for anybody turning up with symptoms. The start of the day was keeping up to date with colleagues at school and then rushing home in the morning to ensure our home delivery of groceries would be put away before it was too late. Then I knuckled down and completed my unit outline for my flailing year 11 English class, a lot that have yet to be sparked by the thought of finishing high-school forever. I am at a low point with them, unable to switch their minds on, and turn their hormones off. The rest of the day was filled with snippets of covid19 newsbreaks and a dinner in the tent. Meatballs in sauce a la couscous! 10th of April I’ve just about had it. It’s not just the coronavirus, it’s the claustrophobia, the media and screen time, and most of all, it’s my god damn finances. The last point makes the situation a dire straits. They say 6 months, but that’s just the virus. The reality is, it’s unlikely the economy is going to recover. But, that’s enough. Today, Good Friday, was at home, making simple Easter crafts, reading short stories playing in the tent, trying to fix holes in a blow up mattress and not much else. Most of the day was spent thinking about lost things from the past. A weird strategy my brain uses to keep itself occupied. It’s quite annoying. Tomorrow, let’s see, better things could be on the horizon.