Is your head spinning? Mine is.
Our county had it’s first confirmed case of “the virus” yesterday. My friend tells me there’s another suspected case.
Yesterday I read that one of the local funeral homes is changing their policy for the foreseeable future. As I understand it, they can have a service for up to 10 family members. That’s it! I don’t think they’re allowing any visitation. There will be a book in the foyer that people can come by and sign or they can call the funeral home and they will sign your name to the book.
I saw that Walmart has changed their hours again. I think it’s now 7 a.m. to 8:30 p.m. They’ve gone from being open 24 hours to almost half that amount of time. They’re also going to let senior citizens come in an hour early on Tuesdays beginning next week.
I have to wonder how many businesses will ever go back to pre-virus hours. Surely people can get in and get what they need without stores like Walmart having to be open 24 hours a day. If not, there’s always online shopping.
Around here, we’re working outside, spending time with the chickens, cats and Rita. They aren’t the least bit concerned about the virus so it takes my mind off it while I’m with them.
Cat is still my best buddy! Yesterday Vince came in and said “She’s out in the driveway waiting for you.” I walked out and she briskly waddled over to me. This time of year, she’s a chunky girl. In the summer, she’ll get so skinny that I wonder if she’s sick. She just couldn’t get enough petting. I wanted to go over to her cat tree so I could sit down and pet her but she kept walking between my legs and it was difficult to get very far. I was sitting there watching her weave in and out around my feet and I wasn’t petting her. She reached up and kinda swatted at my hand. I thought she was going to scratch me. I still don’t trust her! She was apparently trying to get me to pet her. I’m able to pick her front legs off the ground . . like I’m going to pick her up but I leave her back legs on the ground. I’d love to be able to handle her enough that I might be brave enough to get her in a crate . . to go to the vet or in case we ever move. I can tell she stiffens when I pick her up a bit but she doesn’t hiss or run off so we’re making progress. Slow progress . . which is better than no progress.