Journal of a (Now extended to 30 April) Lockdown, 7 April 2020
Drogon critiques my journal.
Woke up to dire news via Anxious Friend Viber. In the latest report to Congress the president said he could not sleep from thinking about how to address the outbreak because government has run out of money and he knows people are hungry but all he can tell them is to lock themselves in their houses. The “veerus”, he said, is not afraid of his big mouth and only science can fight it. If shooting the virus could kill it, the crisis would be over by now.
At which point coffee shot out of my nose, and I hadn’t even had coffee yet.
Then he addressed calls for his ouster, and said that he would step down if the self-declared president (the one on Facebook who claims he can solve the problem in three weeks) and the military ask him to. Then he said he was inclined to extend the lockdown and called on everyone to pray, this being Lent.
Such grim honesty was so shocking, I had to clean the litterbox for context. (Morning chores: 1,157 steps)
Shortly afterwards the lockdown was extended to April 30, a.k.a. May Day Eve a.k.a. Walpurgisnacht.
Scientists and researchers, over to you. Read the analysis of the UP Pandemic Research team.