Thank God for Governor Cuomo

As every aspect of my routine is disrupted, I have to re-learn how to "live."  e.g. I never knew or cared how much toilet paper I go thru in a week.  I'm uncertain if the market will have TP in stock, what brand, or if another shopper will fight me for it.

Obviously the pandemic has put a kibosh on the photography thing.  Three models are cancelled.  One is postponed until Easter... maybe.  I don't know when to wake, eat, shop for perishables, or what to do with my day.

Being off the routine causes stress as I don't know what is still open or if I should have food delivered.  Yet, I am alive, healthy, gainfully employed working at home, the Wrangler is running great, and I've got enuf meat for weeks thanks to an offering of cooked, raw, and/or frozen food from a generous and empathetic model.

The locals are starting to calm down - we figure if we're not infected or dead by now, and if we keep our guard up, chances are we will survive.  Everyone fears entering the hospital system in New York right now because that may be a one way trip.

If I was on my death bed and there was no hope for me, I would want to hear the grim prognosis from our Governor Cuomo.  His firm, gruff no-bullshit leadership and compassion for life has shown me a side of him I've never seen before, not even during Superstorm Sandy.  Perhaps it's because the stakes are higher and people are still dying.  I know he won't stop fighting until we have saved as many New York'ers as we can possible save.