The daylight is increasing, but the evening commuters are still passing through the downtown when the sky is dark. People in the buildings across the street are getting home, too. More lights go on. I can step onto the balcony now. I can even go to the railing, which I sometimes do, and lean over to see up and down the street. One fear gone.
It is becoming clear now that something unusual, not just a bad flu, is happening. The first case arrived in Canada and we are eager for news. Some people may say patient 1 brought the disease, but it really is that patient 1 brought information. We know now that the Chinese government has not been releasing all necessary information, and that a doctor in China risking his life by speaking out to the world about what is happening has himself died of the infection.
I learn that my husband has begun a slow stocking of canned goods as well. He’s bought dried beans and lentils, which he will never eat. Not ever.
My daughter is asked to present a paper from her China studies class at an undergraduate conference. She’s excited. She’s also feeling the pain of discovering that there are courses at university that you can’t like, no matter what.
More snow. This city looks freshly cleaned, even if it’s just new snow covering the old.