Coronavirus Chronicles: Day 52

Day 52: 4 May 2020, 15:58 EST

52 days broken down:

  • 4,492,800 seconds
  • 74,880 minutes
  • 1248 hours
  • 52 days
  • 7 weeks and 3 days
  • 14.21% of 2020

And that is how much of my life has passed being isolated in my apartment here in Philadelphia. The last ten days have been the worst as I struggle each day to pass the time productively. I arduously clean my kitchen and bathroom every day to the point of overkill. All my clothes drawers are perfectly organized. My carpet is freshly vacuumed every day. I try to do 8-10 hours of work every day, even hijacking work I assigned to my minions just to have something to do. I should just stop looking at the clock but I am trying my best to keep regimented on real time although that seems rather moot lately.

The toughest aspect is my struggle with anxiety and depression, which has been pretty shitty the last 10 days. I haven’t had a haircut since February 25. I wake up every morning and shower, shave, and groom myself even though I haven’t had physical familiarity with any humans other than delivery people since March 12. At night to get exercise I walk around my loft at a brisk pace singing along to pop songs at the top of my lungs. Sometimes I have slept magnificently. Lately I’ve been struggling to get more than 2-3 hours sleep at a time. I may be reeling a bit.

Today I said fuck it, donned a mask, and walked for about 45 minutes. It felt great although I’m so paranoid about catching this fucking virus that I avoid people with an almost ridiculously fearful distance. Maintaining mental and physical health is tantamount to surviving this ordeal, and lately it’s been tough to keep focused. I shall do my best.