My last assignment was in Torrington (cat in a bag knows), and an hour twenty into a supposed all-day gig, the attorneys who were all on videoconference said they just got an email that the Gov shut down all in-person meetings in the state, effective immediately. Since I was with the witness, supplying him a computer for the videoconference and staying at a socially appropriate distance from one another,, that constituted an in-person meeting, and they had to obey the governor. I had driven Ice Death Highway to get there that morning, and I wasn't thrilled about going back while it was still icy. Oh, well.
I told the story to Number One Son, who said, "Since you were all videoconferencing, couldn't you have just put the witness in a different room and carried on?" Mic drop. What do you get when you have two lawyers and a court reporter? A creature that isn't as good as figuring out a legal proceeding as a FedEx driver.
That was last Friday. I had a full calendar this week, and everything canceled. Everything canceled next week except for one Friday afternoon gig that's still holding on. We're calling everyone, trying to talk them into switching it to remote rather than cancel entirely.
Meanwhile, this Age of Contagion messes with your mind.
Grandma can't seem to get warm right now and feels like she has a bad cold settling into her head. Feeling too crappy for our daily walk.
I did some things for her, told her to keep with fluids, and suggested she wrap up and finish bingeing on her favorite show of the moment. She started to but then said, no, she just feels too lousy and is going to lie down and nap. She got up, said she felt better, and went downstairs to do the binge-watch.
So now, of course, her normally rational, logical husband is freaking out.
Man, I'll be happy when this contagion thing is over.
I told the story to Number One Son, who said, "Since you were all videoconferencing, couldn't you have just put the witness in a different room and carried on?" Mic drop. What do you get when you have two lawyers and a court reporter? A creature that isn't as good as figuring out a legal proceeding as a FedEx driver.
That was last Friday. I had a full calendar this week, and everything canceled. Everything canceled next week except for one Friday afternoon gig that's still holding on. We're calling everyone, trying to talk them into switching it to remote rather than cancel entirely.
Meanwhile, this Age of Contagion messes with your mind.
Grandma can't seem to get warm right now and feels like she has a bad cold settling into her head. Feeling too crappy for our daily walk.
I did some things for her, told her to keep with fluids, and suggested she wrap up and finish bingeing on her favorite show of the moment. She started to but then said, no, she just feels too lousy and is going to lie down and nap. She got up, said she felt better, and went downstairs to do the binge-watch.
So now, of course, her normally rational, logical husband is freaking out.
Man, I'll be happy when this contagion thing is over.