Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

First day of our sheltering in place.  Our younger son has ordered us a few groceries, which will arrive Sunday.  But we are fairly well stocked.  I emailed my older kids stepmom in Ireland, and she is walking everywhere and meeting friends to stroll, but of course six feet apart.  There is a solidarity in experiencing this pandemic across nations.  I'm sure my brother-in-law in New Zealand and relatives in Fiji are under precautions as well.  I have my list of tasks, which I normally avoid like the plague, but wait, it IS the plague.  Perhaps I will tackle my pantry today.  But I believe I will begin with oiling down my wooden benches on my front porch.  I've been meaning to do them for, well, I can't remember that far back.  My comfort is my stack of books, at least ten bought recently, in a premonition of doom, perhaps.  They vary from legal thriller to memoir to historical fiction to history.  I also have three new Buddhist books, one about silence, one about compassion and the other more general.  I could also reread my books.  I can never remember who did it and therefore it will be the same thing as a new book.