Every morning when I wake up, there’s this creepy sense of deja vu. I’m not sure what day it is anymore since I don’t have to go to work, rarely leave the house, don’t see other humans, and do pretty much the exact same thing in the same pair of sweatpants.
As I slowly drift out of sleep and back to reality, I snatch my phone off the nightstand to:
A) Make sure there are no messages about a crisis that developed while I was asleep.
B) See what day it is.
It’s not a good feeling. Especially since the day I’m living on a continuous loop causes much stress, preys upon my fears of abandonment, and makes me constantly question if things will ever return to normal.
In this version of Groundhog Day, there is no annual celebration to distract me, no romantic subplot to add a little excitement, and no Bill Murray to lighten the mood.
Nor does there seem to be a way that I can learn from the repeated events of the day to make my life better, get the girl, and eventually escape the time loop.
There is, however, an annoying rodent that keeps hogging the spotlight and making my life a living Hell. That, of course, would be President Trump.
In Pandemic Groundhog Day, Trump is the one who gets all the attention, even though he has no real knowledge to offer or insight that can change the future. Much like the groundhog, who really has no idea if there’s going to be six more weeks of winter.
And he certainly has no clue about how to handle a pandemic, but that doesn’t keep him from preening in front of the cameras and allowing everyone to make a fuss over him.
At least in the movie, the groundhog was content to go back into his hole. In this version of Groundhog Day, the hairy little pest won’t return to his natural habitat (whatever that might be). He just keeps talking, spreading misinformation, and bragging about how popular he is.
What I wouldn’t give for an actual groundhog to be President right now!
Without work and the rest of the human population to give my day any structure, I’ve fallen into the same basic routine. Feed the cats, go for a run, shower, have breakfast, write a blog post, worry for hours about whether I can pay the bills or if life will ever be the same again, work on my novel, feed the cats, have dinner, read and watch TV.
Every day this week has been almost exactly the same. When I do dare to venture outside of the house, it’s like a ghost town. It’s either rained or snowed all week, so that’s only added to the gloom and the idea that the days are just playing again on repeat.
Keeping with the Groundhog Day theme, there’s the fear that if Dr Fauci and the other experts see a continued rise in COVID 19 cases, it will mean six more weeks of isolation under a Stay at Home order.
So everyday, I find myself surfing the internet to find updated data, charts, and graphs about the number of COVID 19 cases, flattening the curve, and projections for when the virus will reach its peak.
The data doesn’t really change. If anything, it just gets bleaker, so I always go to bed feeling defeated and hoping that tomorrow will bring a new day.
But it never does.
I just want to stop living this same day over and over, and have everything go back to normal. I keep reaching out to Bill Murray for advice on breaking the Groundhog Day curse, but the man is notoriously hard to find. He’s been social distancing since long before it was mandated by the government.
I guess the one thing I can do is stop watching Trump’s daily updates. That will at least take the annoying groundhog out of the equation. It’s a start, right?
Have you lost track of what day it is? What are you doing to break the monotony? What’s your favorite Bill Murray flick?