My Covid-19 Coping Mechanisms:

1) Word puzzles in my one puzzle magazine that I subscribe to, but hadn't really been doing the past few months; and

2) Turning on true crime shows when I'm cooking and cleaning over at the apartment of my one assisted living client with disabilities.

That, and not watching the news... I have been regularly blocking internet on my phone with this one app I have, sometimes for hours, sometimes for the rest of the day that's remaining and well into the next.

Addendum.

The next time I worked with my one (cool) (Muslim) coworker from (Ethiopia), I asked her if she had finished watching "Contagion."

"Yes," she was like, "It was so good, everything, it is like the news now, everything," and she made this face that she makes when she emphasizes a word when she said the word 'everything' for a second time.

A coworker was watching "Contagion."

The other week, my one cool (Muslim) coworker from (Ethiopia) mentioned to me that she was watching the movie "Contagion" and was halfway through.

"It is so good," she was like.

"I've heard that it's good," I was like, and then I told her that I could never watch it because of the Gwyneth Paltrow autopsy scene that I had heard about, although I checked first to see if she would mind me discussing a spoiler.

I was also like, "He's a good director."

"Who is a good director?", she was like.

"Steven Soderbergh," I was like, "He makes a lot of lower budget movies in different genres that are all really good."

Then, I was like, "Have you heard of 'Magic Mike'?"

"No," she was like, "What is it about."

"Male strippers," I was like.

"What?", she was like.

"Strippers," I was like, "Men," and then when I could tell that she didn't know the word, I was like, "Strippers are people who take off clothes for money."

"Oh," she was like, "I don't want to watch that, I watch this, because it's Covid Nineteen."

Bossy cat.

The one resthome resident's cat who I pet, every time I go in there now, she goes up to me insistently and starts meowing, which is her signal for me to go and pet her.

A lot of times, she just walks up and sits down right in front of me and meows.

Another time, I was speaking with the resthome resident, and from over by left elbow, suddenly there was a meow.

Although I think that I've seen the cat on the resident's nightstand just once, she actually walked onto there and stood on there and stuck her head out to me and meowed, since that was how she could get closest to me and get my attention best.

Ramadan addendum.

Later, at the end of our shift, after asking her if she knew who SpongeBob was and she said that she did, I told my one (cool) (Muslim) (Ethiopian) coworker the full story of the SpongeBob Ramadan greetings image, that I found it on social media because a(n Egyptian-American) comedian replied to it and was like, "Thank you Brother SpongeBob."

When I told her that, she just laughed the most delightful laugh.

Ramadan greetings.

On Twitter I saw a "Ramadan Mubarak" image with SpongeBob in it, so I saved it on my phone for the next time that I overlapped with my one (cool) (Muslim) (Ethiopian) coworker.

And so, the next time that we overlapped at the resthome, I said hello to her, and then as a mini fun thing, I texted her the image, but she didn't hear it come in on her phone and so she didn't check it at all.

And, my one (edgy) (Ethiopian) coworker comes in and says something to her, and then she turns to me and is like, "Today is her holiday, wish her the holiday."

And, I was like, "Check your phone."

"What?", she was like.

"Check your phone," I was like, and so she opened her phone and there it was, and I was like, "I already sent you that."

"How he know," my one (edgy) (Ethiopian) coworker is like.

"He has friends," my one (cool) (Muslim) (Ethiopian) coworker was like, meaning my two (half Sudanese) (half British) friends, who I've mentioned to her before.

"Oh," my one (edgy) (Ethiopian) coworker was like.

Later, I checked my phone, and there was a message from my one (cool) (Muslim) (Ethiopian) coworker:

thank u

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Expectations of an end to coronavirus precautions.

Like last month, my resthome shift was ending and I was in the office with my one (Tibetan) coworker with an inappropriate sense of humor.

And, we were talking about when all of the coronavirus precautions would end.

I said that I expected the end of May, maybe June, since death estimations in April assumed that strong compliance with precautions would last through May.

"When do you think stuff will last through?", I was like.

"May, maybe June," she was like.

"Why?", I was like.

"Tibetan astrology," she was like. "I saw the other day, it say it last through May, June."

"Interesting," I was like, and then I asked her where she kept up with Tibetan astrology.

"Is it in the newspaper?," I was like, "Or do you go in person?".

"Facebook," she was like.