Logbook, ops, from #quarentena week 1: 1. I spent the whole week working virtually, but there are still some crazy people who call me wanting to schedule a "meeting" in person, although I changed my ads informing the work break in that period. . 2. My tpm is attacked and I am locked up without being able to fight anyone in person. . 3. I went to the corner store to buy bread in the late afternoon (because that's all I have left), the boy's card machine didn't work. He apologized and said he was going inside (pointing to the back) to find another one, looked at me and asked: - are you in a hurry? . Ah! Yes ... I'm in a hurry to go back to my couch and divide my attention between a cell phone, a TV and a cat for another fifteen days .... OK! I just smiled and asked: who's in a hurry today? . He and the other two ladies around him laughed at the observation, we stood there looking like a landscape and the patience of someone who has nothing else (nothing at all) to do. . He comes back with a working machine, passes my card that still works in the "approved transaction", even when I don't know, and I return home reflecting on his question "are you in a hurry?" done without malice by pure automatism of everyday life. . That's it ... We are forced to leave the automatic and look at things in the now (mindfulness), because, we don't know if there will be tomorrow. . Such a tiny virus knocking down giants, braking an entire rampant nation. Text and image Nina Honorato