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Just when we thought it was starting to get better: the confinement has become a lot less manageable. In what is an affront that I take personally, the city of Paris has decided that the next threat to spreading contagion are the joggers. Therefore, there will be no more running between 10hr and 19hr until … Continue reading The Coronavirus Containment Dispatches: Day 22

Three weeks in to the confinement and I hit a bad milestone: I’m completely out of Frank’s Redhot hot sauce. My flavor link to America. My drops of hot tasty goodness. I put that shit on everything. And there is no way to get more. A buddy from NYC was kind enough to bring over … Continue reading The Coronavirus Containment Dispatches: Day 21

Fewer people are dying in France, Spain, and Italy from the coronavirus epidemic. The numbers are finally starting to show a turn for the better. Confinement is working to slow the spread of the disease. While the case numbers are still uncertain, at least the deaths tend to be counted accurately. It is therefore the … Continue reading The Coronavirus Containment Dispatches: Day 20

My wife has been coughing for three days now. She doesn’t have a fever or feel sick, but the cough alone is enough to worry. She consulted our doctor via the Doctolib application and the doctor gave her the same speech she gave me: assume that anything that resembles covid-19 is covid. Get yourself a … Continue reading The Coronavirus Containment Dispatches: Day 19

“Papa, papa, papa! On joue?” I lower my head in frustration as my son shoves a Transformer toy within a millimeter of my face. I fight back the mounting urge to rip that toy from his hands and throw it out the window so that it becomes another dusty piece of trash in the street. … Continue reading The Coronavirus Containment Dispatches: Day 18