I’m thinking about data a lot. Each day, around lunch, I open up the VDH website and update my Virginia-focused coronavirus spreadsheet with the newest data. Then, each night, my friend living in Chicago opens up a set of tabs and updates his nationally-focused coronavirus spreadsheet with the newest data. Even though death and sickness data are morbid, I do look forward to each update. It’s a slower version of that feeling you get pulling-to-refresh Twitter over and over, but one that plays out over the course of a day. Rather than increasing inactionable anxiety, a constant stream of data helps give me context to whatever horrible NYT story I next read.