Whose Frown and Wrinkled Lips, and Snear of Cold Contempt

By the way, the titles of these posts are basically in no way related to the posts themselves. I'm just really bad at titling things, so I decided to quote poetry off the top of my head. (So apologies if I get them wrong).

Anyway, my parish has canceled Sunday School and the fellowship meal, thankfully. I will probably try to attend confession and communion this weekend, but afterwards watch via streaming. I want to stay as isolated as possible, in case my parents or siblings need for any reason. Or really anyone else. The parish council has some ideas on how to help out our community, and if I'm able to stay healthy I can do things like deliver groceries to people who really need to be isolated.

I think people are really starting to settle in for the long haul. Mom and I are starting up a Sunday Skype bookclub, and plan on talking on the phone on Wednesdays and Fridays. Work has settled a little into what we're going to be doing for the rest of the semester. I mean, there's a lot of uncertainty out there, but I think a lot of hope and coming-together (separately) going on as well. Just reading about people who are putting up their Christmas lights again, or making funny videos, or helping each other out, they all bring a little light into the world.

I feel like I'm not doing enough to help. I want to help, but I'm not good at organizing things myself. I'm really hoping my church sets something up, because then I could volunteer for that.

I actually haven't read a lot of news today, so I'm not exactly sure what the updates are. I know Italy has passed China in reported deaths (though I'm not sure I believe China's numbers). It's really awful, and southern Italy is in a bit of a panic because they have much less of, well, everything, compared to the north and if the coronavirus slams into them it could be even more devastating. I've emailed our cousins in Moiano, but I was never sure the email address was correct in the first place and I haven't heard back from them.

It's awful feeling helpless.