Classes at countless colleges and universities are now (and for the foreseeable future) online-only. Social distancing has become an existential posture that will endure for weeks, if not longer.
With that as our new reality, this weekend I flew from Seattle to San Diego to move our daughter back home.
There were lots of sick people at both airports, and on both flights. And while there were many people clearly keeping up with current events—and taking overt precautions—there were way too many others who either didn’t know how or didn’t care.
There were a lot of masks and gloves and hand-sanitizers and social-distancers. There was also a lot of wide-open coughing and sneezing in areas crowded with travelers. That part was exasperating and worrisome. It supported the predictions that this pandemic is going to get much worse before it gets better.
Our governor, mayor, and county government are escalating shutdowns of nonessential gatherings, making it easier for the uninformed and the indifferent to do the right thing. Even so, this isn’t going to blow over in a week or two.
Until it does, we’ll be over here hunkering down.