Thursday, March 19, 2020

...and then everything changed.

How are you? We are perfectly fine and healthy. Checking the news like maniacs. Going for walks. Writing. Getting ready to move to another house. 

I hope you are able to work from home and are cocooned up somewhere. 

That's what our Taoiseach told us to do, and wow, everyone is doing it, even the outlaws of Donegal. Of course, half of Belfast was here, buying a month's worth of toilet paper for a St. Patrick's weekend that never arrived. 

A neighbor mentioned that it was the oddest St. Patrick's day
he'd ever seen. (He's old.) I said there hasn't been a St. Patrick's Day like that since 432, but I don't think he got the joke because few people know that is the year St. Patrick arrived in Ireland. 


Leaving Artemis clean clothes to change into after visiting the market. The market started delivering three times a week, so she won't need to do this again. 


The waiting room at the Oncology Day Ward March 12, 2020. The schools closure announcement was made that day, and my nurse said no one wants to take care of the children of a nurse or doctor. 




When Ireland's pubs closed, all the musicians lost their jobs.



This is how unemployment works in Ireland. 

No comments:

Post a Comment