Within 90 minutes, the next 30 days collapsed.
In quick order on Thursday fell the taping of “Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me” – hours before we were supposed to attend – then Friday’s tours for Phoenix Flies, then Saturday’s soccer match, then the business trip that was to begin Sunday.
And that was just my weekend.
So it went for the rest of March. With a travel ban, and a press conference**, all snowballed into a shutdown of every facet of life.
Instead of using APM’s place in Inman Park as a launch pad for days of city fun, I decamped for home. I undid all the rituals associated with my usual events. All the luggage went down in the basement, my travel kit and packing list were shoved in a closet, the Atlanta United game day materials were relegated to a corner.
Nice surprise: I went through all my pouches and found all my travel-sized hand sanitizers and anti-bacterial wipes and Lysol sprays.
Not-so-nice, not a surprise: I’m a planner, so this has me cross. I had it all arranged. I don’t like it when my plans get disrupted, and then I feel guilty for complaining about something so unimportant in the long run.
The speed of all this is pretty amazing and frightening. Let’s see what comes next.
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** I guess you’d call it that. No questions are nasty, by the way. It’s called freedom of the press. Get over yourself.
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