Corvid-19 – The Great Quarantine

The Corona Virus didn’t show up on my personal radar until the beginning of March 2020. Honestly, I don’t recall any discussions about it prior to March. But it very quickly became an all-consuming topic.

The details were changing so quickly. By Monday, March 9th, people were starting to take it seriously, but there was still a sense of scoffing when Corvid-19 came up in discussion. Most of us just didn’t know what to think of it. If you’re anything like me, you don’t follow news media consistently. You rely heavily on social discussions at work or among friends and family.

By Tuesday, March 10th, things were starting to heat up. My husband and I go back and forth, because we want to see THE social media post which sparked the GREAT HORDING OF TP (Toilet Paper.) Seriously, guys. Can someone explain this to me? Toilet paper? I don’t get it.

Wednesday, March 11th – My supervisor at work went around to each teammate. “We’re just gathering data at this point. Do you think you would be able to work from home?” Computer monitor – check. Internet – check. Keyboard – check.

Thursday, March 12th – News press releases. Talk of schools shutting down. Sports arenas across the nation are cancelling.

Friday, March 13th –


Hubby and I went grocery shopping and, yes, we stocked up on pantry items. There’s no shame in being responsible. We may have taken pictures of the TP aisle and laughed like fool teenagers. Not gonna lie.

Saturday and Sunday – We lay low.

What a lie. We went out and partied for St Patrick’s Day celebrations since all the parades were cancelled, and THEN we lay low.

Monday, March 16th – It was a big push to get everyone out of the office with equipment. There were no more logistics, it was just “pack up and leave.” By the end of my shift, I was headed home with all of my computer necessities. It was a bit of a struggle trying to get the VPN connection. And I bought a 75 foot ethernet cable for my 25 foot house… Anyone need extra cable?

Now it’s TUESDAY, MARCH 17TH – It’s much quieter. I’m at home with no news updates from my coworkers. I’m blogging on my break to keep my lovely readers up-to-date on yours truly. I’ll post more often and scatter my usual posts in between.


Stay safe. Stay healthy. Wash your hands. Comment if you’re alive and well. (Forgive the typos. I normally proofread.)

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin

Raw, Thoughts

Thursdays Aren’t for Everyone

It’s an interesting observation the reactions the general public has to Thursdays. Much of the time, they are elated. The work week is almost over, and the weekend is in sight. But there are Thursdays enough when people become tight,…moody,…and slightly unhinged.

It’s almost as if Monday swings around for a final pass at us and tips the pot for extra measure.

It’s a funny – funny being used here to mean odd, unsettling, even irritable – experience when one attempts to lighten the room with humor and cheer, only to be completely shunned by the occupants. Let’s be clear that I did not know these occupants, and they didn’t know me. But after dealing with a morning of woke-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bed, I was determined to turn the afternoon around. Monday/Thursday determined otherwise and created a most awkward environment when the said occupants not only completely ignored my comments and lightheartedness, but then proceeded to stare at me as if I were an alien, and they couldn’t believe I had dared speak to them at all.

It was a very Monday/Thursday indeed, and I have nothing else to add, except to say “Thank God it’s over.”

This has been,


Books and Affiliated, Le Shorts, Writing Prompts

In the Beginning

There was once a beautiful white snake and a great black snake in the caretaker’s garden. The black snake lay at the caretaker’s feet and enjoyed all the best he had to offer, as well as companionship and the pride of the caretaker. But for the black snake, it wasn’t enough, and he became bitter and greedy because there was one other in the garden who held the caretaker’s esteem.


So often, the caretaker spoke of Mankind and boasted of his achievements. It made the black snake resentful. He concocted a scheme to reduce Mankind and elevate himself once again, but something stood in his way. The black snake could go anywhere he desired as long as he did not enter the inner garden where Mankind rested. So he bequested the aid of the beautiful white snake. She guarded the coming and going of the garden and greeted the caretaker every day. One night, while he was away, she opened the gate for the black snake. He entered the inner garden and made his way to Mankind’s other half which lay sleeping beneath the trees. And so the black snake whispered in her ear to cause Mankind to fall.




Obligatory Holiday Post

Mystery dinner No. 4.

Hubby found the most delightful restaurant in Lake Geneva. The Baker House is an 1885 luxury mansion with decorative rooms branching out to reveal the most nostalgic details from a bygone age.

While waiting for our table, we sat at a small bar tucked in the corner. Hidden throughout the room were touches of circus themes, old national pride, and black and white stills of people with intriguing stories.

We were seated in the four season room where we enjoyed the view of the front gardens as well as the architecture of the mansion. A woman played piano and sang familiar songs, setting the mood for romance.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin