In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.
We’re thrilled to announce that these stories have been gathered in Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic (Guernica Press). To learn more and buy the book, please visit https://www.guernicaeditions.com/title/9781771836579.
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This piece is by Marie Tully, writing on Monday, April 6, 2020.
I am entering my fourth week of social distancing, and confinement. We, my husband and I, started social distancing two weeks before it started being recommended. When I started really listening to what was happening in Wuhan in December (2019), my guts started talking to me. They (my guts) are rarely wrong. We cancelled appointments that involved big crowds of people, concerts, suppers with our gang of friends, because some of them were returning from vacations outside of the country. My guts told me to sit up and take stock of the situation, which I did. It turned out they (my guts) were right. Everyone in my entourage however, thought we were a little paranoid, but I knew something was coming, something big, something unbelievably big.
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