Typo has a case of the Mondays.
The cats are not used to this much Us. In the world we lived in two weeks ago, Chrissy and I would be out of the house between 8:30 a.m. and 6 p.m. The house was exclusively the cats’ domain, which means they could sleep all day without the noise and bustle of humans who really should be out there earning the kibble.
We’re still earning, but doing it mostly from home. The TVs are on all day, except when we switch to music. The formula is simple: When New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo is on, we watch and listen. When Bystander-in-Chief Donald Trump is on, we switch to Spotify for something more reassuring, like Slayer’s “Seasons in the Abyss.”
Chrissy set up an office in the bedroom. It looks like the National Hurricane Center — multiple screens and conference calls while she and her colleagues manage the Storm of the Day. I’m at the dining room table with a laptop, talking mostly to myself with the occasional side conversation with a furry assistant who doesn’t do social distancing.
So far, Typo and our other office pets seem to be rolling with the situation. They have no clue a global pandemic is unfolding outside, but their world is suddenly a lot smaller, too.
For the duration, The Times-Tribune is committed to providing the coverage you need and expect from a community newspaper. Get complete coronavirus coverage here. Al Lucas is now officially the top official in the Scranton Fire Department. Read Staff Writer Joseph Kohut’s story here. The mother of a Scranton man killed by a drunken driver agreed to a $1 million settlement. Staff Writer Terrie Morgan Besecker has the story here. Wayne Memorial Hospital will no longer allow visitors to accompany pregnant patients, including spouses and partners. Read the story here.
On the brighter side, Joe Kohut has the story of Margaret Feldstein, 73, a longtime health care professional serving the elderly in these dark times. Read it here, and keep an eye on your elderly neighbors. Many of them have pets and may have trouble caring for them right now.
We are all in this together, including the furry friends who rely on us to keep their worlds spinning.
How are you spending this strange day? Email me at email@example.com or firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll share your stories in my daily diary. The Times-Tribune is still here, and so are you. We will get through whatever comes next together, one day at a time.
Hang in there, hunker down and wash your hands. Scoop the litterbox, and wash your hands again. Rinse and repeat.