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Well, it's Monday. We've been doing lockdown for a week now.
I recognise that I'm becoming morbidly obsessed with the numbers.
209 people died of COVID-18 yesterday, a slightly smaller number than the day before but that may be down to weekend reporting lags. We've had 1,228 deaths out of 19,522 confirmed cases so far. That's about a 6% death rate. Of course, we're barely doing any testing, so that rate is probably much lower but we're not putting any energy into finding out the facts. The PM is spending £5.8m sending a paper letter to 35 million households, telling us there is a problem. We're still weeks away from the daily death peak which, in the UK's case, will coincide with Easter. How's that for irony?
I can't do anything about any of these numbers but I can't look away from them either.
I haven't been able to read yet today (it's late afternoon here). I can't concentrate. My sleep is disturbed and I'm tired.
Woe is me, huh?
I'm hiding here, well-fed, warm and at zero risk. By tomorrow another 200-300 people will be dead. It's not my fault. I'm not feeling guilty. I'm feeling... powerless, irrelevant, weak and inappropriately sorry for myself
Ok. None of that is what I meant to write when I started.
So. how is your day going?