San Francisco life is similar. I'd been operating at a huge sleep deficit for years, and the option to go take a nap whenever I feel like it is a huge luxury. Unfortunately, that means I often wake up in the middle of my night-sleep, and have to wake up 'till I get sleepy again.
Our streets, when I've been out on errands, have been sparsely populated. News people and bloggers are featuring daily shots of empty streets and plazas. Unfortunately, some of our parks have been over-run. Ocean Beach, home of the Cliff House, has had a resurgence of foot & bike traffic. The Marin County coastal area has become so congested that the County has closed all parks - county, state, and Federal, in response.
I had planned a four-day inn-to-inn walkabout along the Pacific Coastal region in mid-April, leaving my apartment, walking through town and across the Golden Gate Bridge, and into the Marin Headlands. I've been hiking and stitching trails and locations; laying out maps, and working on the route for years, 'till I've got my trails all figured out. I had reservations at the right spots along the way, and would have been hiking through Muir Woods, up into Stinson Beach, and into Bolinas. The places I'm staying are hard to get into, and I had to coordinate my reservations way early. I'd still been toying with the idea of going, but the right thing is not to. I'm going to have to cancel my reservations, and look to next year. I was going to pass my 71st birthday in Stinson Beach. I wanted to prove to myself that I can still do the strenuous hiking involved. Next year I'll be a year older.
I'd come down with symptoms about 3 weeks ago. I took some days off work, felt better, went back, and then got hit hard, lost my voice completely. My doctor, through a phone conference, didn't think it was coronavirus, and prescribed some meds for sore throat and body aches. I couldn't get tested, because tests are still not available. I'm feeling better, and I've been cleared to go back to work April 1st. I work in a big local hardware store / lumber yard, and deal with a population from all corners of the world every day. Since I'm in the at-risk age range, I have my misgivings, but it's deemed an essential business to stay open, so I'll be there. I'm department head, and I've got to see how things are going.
I've had an infra-red sauna in my San Francisco studio apartment for 12 to 15 years. My first day at home, I turned it on, smelt a burning odor; the sauna shut down, so I unplugged it. It's probably the control panel, but I'm not going to mess with it. I'm looking at new ones, but prices are way high for a good one. I'm pretty committed to buying one and having it delivered anyway. It's just like having my own sweat lodge. The one I'm looking at is made here in Berkeley, and is featured in the Cleveland Clinic, and Hippocrates Health Institute. There have been big evolutionary jumps in home saunas over the last 12 to 15 years. I'm going to have to un-crate it and hump the components up 3 flights of stairs, assemble it, and get the old one downstairs and picked up. I'll have help.
We could get into the political situation, but I'll leave that alone, for now. We're all living with the consequences.
Stay safe, be healthy, and keep writing.
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