My Daily Struggle in the COVID-19 Lockdown

Not the best day. I was bombarded by phone calls, and I had gotten the runaround with a provider. On top of that, I tried ordering groceries for my clients on Instacart, but there was some kind of error, and I spent two hours with customer service agents trying to get them to correct their mistakes, but to no avail. As much as I hate talking on the phone, I couldn't even do that since they were swamped. I seriously hate Instacart. I was able to relax a minute at home until I received news. My old organist, Wayne Lucht, departed this earth recently. I hope he didn't die from the virus; that is an undignified end for a man like him. Sure, he was 94, but whenever anyone, young or old, dies this month, there will be the lingering question: did they die from COVID-19? Either way, I am sick of death. I read the news. Death. I go to work. Death. I go home. Death. It follows me like a hungry horsefly. When will this pandemic be over?! Rest in peace, Mr. Lucht . --Signing off.

Depressing day. In addition to more stories about deaths and the spread of the virus, I learned that one of my favorite singers, Bill Withers, died. He was 81. No, he did not have the virus; he had heart problems. Still, this is just the icing on the cake. How are his family going to have a funeral? What about a public memorial? I was able to keep myself busy today, picking up meals for people at my previous house, grocery shopping for my group home and getting groceries for a client with cancer. Still, today a part of me wanted to curl into a ball and weep. Another part of me wishes I could be put into a coma until this is all over. I hope this experience is teaching us the importance of healthy socialization and looking out for each other. I hope this creates a spiritual revival, where we put God back in our lives and focus only on important things. Rest in peace, Bill. Signing off.