Legally Isolated

We're all homebound now, except for trips to the supermarkets, pharmacies, and hospitals. We're also allowed to go for walks, runs, or bike rides.

Today's tips gleaned from headlines: Take a walk, but don't go near other people or touch things. Clean your mobile device (aka phone) with rubbing alcohol or 70% alcohol wipes.

And for me, on morning of day 3 as I figure out how best to manage WFH...make your bed first thing and don't let dishes pile up. I haven't done YouTube yoga yet this week, but that's coming too.

Today's temperature: 97. No virus symptoms yet.

Last Look

Made one last run to the office this afternoon. I had to unlock my door to let IT collect my old laptop so someone can use it to work from home.

See you in a few weeks or months, Batman. Don't let the Joker touch your face.

Maybe Not So Smart

I stopped by the French place for a takeaway turkey sandwich.

I spotted the locally made hand sanitizer for sale on the counter. Thought I'd support a local business.

"I'll get one of these," I said. I picked it up, scanned for ingredients but saw none.

"Does it have 70 percent alcohol?" I asked.

"No. That dries your hands."

"Sixty percent?"

"No. It has essential oils to kill the virus."

"Never mind."

I put it back. I'm currently eating the sandwich as it dawns on me this might be a mistake.

Death by turkey sandwich.

Working from Home

Here's my new office for the work-from-home initiative. To be honest, my first instinct was to go to home-home as quickly as possible and ride this out in Jersey City. But I only have a mini-kitchen there and no freezer. I'm better equipped for quarantine here in Burbank. 

My new office looks a lot like where I usually spend my time at home, but with a swapped-out WB laptop.  

Freelance Marie used to work at home every day, but always made sure to leave for lunch or for the gym.

"Otherwise, I'll never see other humans," was my reason to never keep food in the house.

Work-from-home Marie is good with being alone and used to social isolation but OMG those dirty dishes...

In Search of Oats

I went to the (somewhat crowded) supermarket at 7 a.m. on a Saturday because I ran out of steel-cut oats.

The Vons shelves were a lot emptier than the aisles, but there was a single pack of Red Mill steel-cut Golden Spurtle sitting forlornly at the end of the cereal row.

Things are looking up.

Let's Do This

Yesterday at work was a "Does everyone have what they need to work remotely in case of shutdown" kind of day.

Marie: "You want to know how to make comics alone from a laptop, from any location? THIS IS MY MOMENT."

Just Making Sure

All right, bidet attachment is successfully installed and ready for operation.

...

You did say norovirus, right?

Preparedness

I have this and a bunch of food. Ready as I'll ever be, I guess.

Pandemic Hacks

Just go with one of these and you won't have to fight your neighbors over toilet paper during Flupocalypse.

Two Colorist/Editors

These two photos popped up together somewhere on social media or my computer. I've already forgotten where and it was just a few days ago.

But these made me laugh. 20+ years separate these photos of me and my friend Steve, but we're still both kinda the same.