And so I listened to music a lot. Diana Krall, Adele, Miles Davis.

This afternoon, I received an urgent email from my district assemblyman telling me of a critical need for blood donations. After weighing the pros and cons of the situation, I decided I would donate.

I have donated blood once before. When I was 17, and a good family friend gave birth to triplets, and they were all placed immediately in the NICU and were in need of transfusions. Only one survived. I don’t see her often, but when I do, I feel a great strength in the life-giving action I took to help her live…

With all that is going on around the coronavirus today, I made sure to sign up at the local Red Cross, where taking blood donations is what they DO. It is especially safe, sanitary, professional. Their website outlines all the extra precautions they are taking now, down to laundering the blankets they put over your feet after donating after each patient so they are only used once. I felt confident.

Thusly, I took the 8 minute drive in my quarantined haze and parked. I found I had to stand on a red X, 3 feet outside the door, and wait for someone to come take my temperature and ask a series of questions before they would even let me in the building. It was, actually, a relief.

Once inside, I had to take an online survey and read through a checklist. One provision was that neither I nor anyone I lived with had any cold or flu symptoms for the past 28 days. It said that coronavirus is NOT carried or transmitted through the blood; however, in an abundant show of caution, the Red Cross was making people wait 28 days after showing signs of illness. Darn. I’d recently gotten over a cold.

I walked up to the front desk and let the older woman and younger man attending know about my situation. The woman jumped out of her seat shaking her head no. The man smiled. I made an appointment to return in two weeks. Done.

On the way to the blood donation center I’d found myself humming a tune from my college days: “Island in the Sun” by Weezer. It is an overtly happy song, a song of glorified youthfulness. I needed to hear that song today. On my way home, I queued it up on Spotify and turned up the volume on my phone:

“When you’re on a golden sea
You don’t need no memory
Just a place to call your own
As we drift into the zone

On an island in the sun
We’ll be planning having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can’t control my brain”


Have a nice day everyone.

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