Shutting Down the World

After six years of not writing anything, I was trying to decide where to even begin. So much has happened, and so much hasn't. Heck, the last time I wrote, My daughter was barely more than a fetus, my creativity was vastly different, and I had just started working a steady job. Now my daughter's six, I'm a somewhat compitent musician, I've done a lot more voice acting, and my job? Well, it's still here, and despite how much I could gripe about that, I really am thankful for it. I suppose if I kept writing I'd allude to all of these things in time. So perhaps I might as well start with what's on the entire world's mind right now.

We are in the grip of a global pandemic: they call it Covit 19, and it has all but shut the world down. The virus is doing what viruses do, all be it to a far greater degree than usual. I don't know if there's a single country unaffected right now. It's cancelled schools all over the world, and shut down huge swathes of businesses, sporting events, and even the 2020 Olympics, though Tokyo wanted to go ahead with that one in spite of the virus. There are over a million infected, small potatoes when compared with a population of 8 billion, but still more than a few. Of those, a small percentage are actually fatal. Symptoms range from mild flu-like, to massive respiratory issues. I myself wonder if Chelsea and I may have gotten it, though I am mostly recovered. Poor Chelsea meanwhile is pretty sick, but no more than she has been in the past. The endometriosis isn't helping of course.

So what does that mean for me and my family? Well, Eliza's going stir crazy. She can't go to school, and can't spend time with her friends. Everyone is practicing social distancing, staying at least six feet apart at all times when out in public, and not leaving our houses except when necessary. She's been great through all this, but it's starting to really affect her; manifesting in whining about the simplest things. She's becoming scared of a lot too, and I think that's a result less of the fears themselves and more a manifestation of the strain of the isolation. As for me, I'm an essential service, so I'm still working three days one and five days off. It's hard to be at work because it's boring as all get out. And when it's not boring it's frustrating, because people don't get the concept of distance, and for only coming in for things which are really necessary. It's also hard being home, mainly because Eliza is having such a hard time. Some days are great, but more and more, she is difficult. I know it's not her fault, but that doesn't change the fact that some days, I wish I could just be by myself. Unfortunately, fatherhood doesn't really work that way, not good fatherhood anyway. At the end of most days, I am left drained no matter what. I Seek escape in gaming at the moment, because in that, at least, I have some measure of control. There's my psycho-analysis for the day.