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Journal of a Lockdown, 1 April 2020

April 02, 2020 By: jessicazafra Category: Current Events, Journal of a Lockdown 6 Comments →

Although I have enough unread books to withstand a siege, I find that I cannot read contemporary fiction these days and must escape to the distant past. Way distant, like 1,000 years ago. I’ve been reading books and listening to online lectures and podcasts on ancient and medieval history. Maybe seeking comfort in the knowledge that if humans could survive their ignorance a millennium ago, we can survive our arrogant ignorance (arrgnorance?) now.
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Journal of a Lockdown, 31 March 2020

April 01, 2020 By: jessicazafra Category: Current Events, Journal of a Lockdown No Comments →


Pandemic art: The Triumph of Death by Pieter Bruegel the Elder, 1562. Image from Wikimedia Commons.

Summer is approaching full blast, and from my window everything is glowing. I have moved my daily standing-in-the-sun to 11am because the noonday sun hurts. Indoors it’s like sitting in a turbo broiler, but outside is killer (and not just from radiation). We can only hope that this intense ultraviolet radiation vaporizes the coronavirus, as there is no evidence.

Today’s viral story was about a trans woman who was catfished. The virtual lynch mob came for the perps, but whether they desist from their assholery remains to be seen. This terrible story took social media’s mind off the pandemic for half an hour.
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Journal of a Lockdown, 29 March 2020

March 30, 2020 By: jessicazafra Category: Current Events, Journal of a Lockdown No Comments →

Lali, Mother of Muji (gorgeous white rescue cat with Persian locks but a decidedly non-Persian face), had the answer to my question: Without public transportation, how do the workers get to the groceries, pharmacies, and other essential businesses where they work?

Answer: If their employers can’t provide them with some sort of shuttle service, they sleep on the premises. And if their employers do not allow them to sleep on the premises, they sleep ON THE SIDEWALK.

I should point out that grocery, pharmacy, bakery, market workers are also frontliners in this pandemic, protecting us from starving to death or expiring from other health issues. They have been called “retail heroes”, but they can’t sleep on empty compliments, can they. What they really need are a means of transportation, or proper accommodations so they can go on performing their indispensable jobs for the general public.

A friend (of a friend, squared) of Lali’s discovered to his horror that the staff at the supermarket he regularly shops in were sleeping on the sidewalk so they could get to work in the morning. He sent an official letter to their office asking them how they could let this happen. Then he posted a letter on the supermarket chain’s Facebook page. That is how it’s done: Register an official complaint, and let them know that everyone is watching.
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Journal of a Lockdown, 28 March 2020

March 29, 2020 By: jessicazafra Category: Current Events, Journal of a Lockdown No Comments →


St. Corona, who is buried in Northern Italy, the former epicenter of the pandemic (It’s New York City now). Isn’t that Alanis don’t you think. Image from Wikipedia.

Quarantine may keep us from infecting others and getting infected ourselves, but it comes with its own health problems. Walking is my main form of exercise, and since I can’t walk outside I’ve taken to doing those Walk At Home videos on YouTube. I feel stupid, but it’s better than nothing. At noon after I feed the building cats, I stand in a patch of sunlight for ten minutes. Experts are divided on which time of day is best for soaking up the sunlight the body needs to make vitamin D. Some say avoid the sun from 11am-1pm because that’s when the UVB is harshest; some say that’s precisely when you should get sunshine because it’s more intense so you need less exposure. (Many dermatologists say avoid the sun altogether.) So I slather sunblock on my face and stand in the sun in short sleeves and shorts and hope it’s enough. Again, I feel stupid, but embarrassment is non-fatal.
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Journal of a Lockdown, 27 March 2020

March 28, 2020 By: jessicazafra Category: Current Events, Journal of a Lockdown No Comments →


To detoxify from Wednesday’s emotional overdose, I proposed that we take a break from the news and social media for 12 hours. Understandably the chat group was quiet for the duration, besides reporting on our latest experiments in making food more edible. This way I avoided hearing of the latest contender in the Ultimate Douchebag Reality Competition: another self-own, who assured everyone that their entire family and their staff had been tested for Covid-19, reminding us ordinary people who have no access to the test that the privilege is reserved for the powerful. Meanwhile we hide in our houses, washing our hands till they are raw, disinfecting surfaces, worrying about how long this lockdown may last and whether hunger and mental illness will kill us if coronavirus doesn’t.
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Journal of a Lockdown, 26 March 2020

March 27, 2020 By: jessicazafra Category: Current Events, Journal of a Lockdown 8 Comments →


Petard, as in “Hoist with his own petard.” (Shakespeare again, bitch knew all.) A bomb-maker is blown up—lifted into the air—by his own petard or bomb. Image from Wikipedia.

My weekly parole—the one-kilometer walk to the supermarket—was cancelled. I was so looking forward to it, but I’m committed to my paranoia. While I was getting ready to go out, I got that message—the one about how we mustn’t go out, not even to buy bread, because the incubation period is over and it’s the most infectious stage of the disease. Before I’d even pondered the logic of the message my survival paranoia kicked in and I cancelled my own parole. However, I still needed some supplies before I switched to bomb shelter mode so I went to the convenience store in the next building. On the way there (mask, gloves, cloth bag) I walked past a soldier in fatigues patrolling the street corner. He nodded politely and did not ask for my quarantine pass (“Your papers, please”).
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