Singapore went up a color notch in the virus game, but so far, my small classes with no kids are holding steady and in fact, just have one more tomorrow before I’m home free.
Today, we did the kid’s clapping game “Head and Shoulders” and when I had them make up new verses, many appropriately made it wholly contemporary. In fact, this new song could be government-approved and spread on all available media. Things like:
“Wash your hands, baby, 1-2-3,
Wash your hands, baby, 1-2-3
Wash your hands, wash your hands,
Wash your hands, baby, 1-2-3.”
“ Wear a mask, baby…”
“ Stay at home, baby…”
Etc. Of course, the irony is that to properly play the game, you need to get out of the house, touch your partner’s hands and to properly sing, you need to take your mask off. Ah, this complex world.
Besides washing my hands a bit more frequently, I’m refusing to give in to hysteria and pretty much going on as normal. But yesterday, I was waiting for the elevator and just as the elevator doors opened, the man inside sneezed. Should I enter or wait for the next one?
I entered. But truth be told, kind of held my breath until my floor.
That was two days ago. So far, so good.