The Back Log
I did push-ups, sit-ups and squats last night and this morning. The second set of thirty “chest” push-ups on the matte were hard, so I did at least the last ten on my knees. I also messed up the Japanese count. Hoping to go as low as I could, I added a couple at the end.
Sensei texted last night, asking how I was doing with exercises. I told him where I was at. He texted back that he’s been practicing the gong. I think he was both serious and kidding at once. My favorite art professor, Don Evans, did that a lot, too.
I need a shower. It’s easy to put that off or skip it when you’re not going out. I’m cooking Joey’s breakfast eggs while I write. The eggs require checking. I just cut the heat under them and covered them. We still have Indian vegetable pouches from Trader Joe’s. I took those with a bit of oil then add beaten eggs to congeal it and give it more protein. We have maybe six pouches left. We’re trying to only get food through delivery. D’s still pretty worried about exposure during the pandemic.
The governor of Arkansas was on the news, defending his choice not to require residents to shelter in place, as most of the other states have done. He says it is “recommended,” but he’s leaving the “choice” open, which means employers, like my sister’s, can ask people to go to the office. She lives in Arkansas.
In my sister’s case, her employer has asked her to go into the office. She has no health insurance and is really worried about contracting the virus. Even if, in theory, the federal government covered health issues caused by the virus, it is not clear they would cover complications, etc., not solely due to the virus. Also, if you are not able to get tested and prove the virus is behind your medical problems, then that kind of federal “help” will not help. Bankruptcy and possibly serious long-term health issues are not things my sister is willing to risk. She has told her employer she is caring for an elderly family member.
Aunt D will back her if she needs it. I hate that both my sister and my aunt have to make these kinds of horrible “choices.”