Auntie Plastique in the days of Coronavirus - Level 3 announced

Well.  
The future is unknown even more right now.  We usually think we have a handle on it.  We don't really, and now it's even more unclear. 

Last night France went to level 3 which means:  

"...as of midnight Saturday, all "places receiving the public" that are "not essential to the life of the country" will be shuttered until further notice. Restaurants, and cafes -- staples of French culture -- will need to close, along with cinemas and nightclubs.

Public transport will operate throughout France, but First Minister Philippe asked that it be used in a limited capacity – for work and only if there is a need to be there in person."

So, I've decided to look at it from the lighter side.   Here are our cats, Tile and Catherine working from home yesterday.   

Last night EM and I had a discussion about what all this means.  He's worried of course about his parents who are both over 80 and living alone.  However, they are in walking distance to a grocery store and in a small town with neighbours close by.  He'll call them.   A visit this weekend was cancelled because of the virus risks. 

This morning we decided to have eggs as usual and I asked EM to make the toast and the coffee.  He asked me if I was going to be bossing him around for the rest of the time we are stuck at home together.  

Ok, yes, I am bossy.  

So, I proceeded to make the eggs and noticed that he had suddenly decided to clean our phones.  An excellent idea!  I quietly said that to help things progress, I would be grinding the coffee beans and making the toast.  So, I'm backed off bossing and started taking control.  I am ever so happy that he cleaned our phones though.  Really!

Now we are upstairs in our office.  Thanks to the wonderful renovation EM did, we each have a desk in our office.  I can hear him behind me on the floor going through papers and making a pile to recycle.  I look at the time and say: ''Hey it's 9:06 shouldn't you be at your post?'  He says: "What?"  Me: "Your work post."  EM: "It's Sunday...."  Me:  "Right."   

Damn, I am so bossy...  This is what I'll work on for the next few days.