Some time back I got a call from the local Census Bureau office and learned when and where my training would take place. As the training date grew closer, the COVID-19 situation grew more dire, and I kept expecting them to cancel the training. I even made a phone call to the office on Monday to inquire. A harried woman told me in so many words, don't call us we'll call you, and that I should show up as planned.
Tuesday was the first day of Enumerator training, which was held in the Council chambers of a nearby City Hall. The room was filled with rows of six foot folding tables. Each table had one chair placed behind it. On Wednesday the training moved to the city's Community Room down the hall, but we still followed the same social distancing seating.
On my way home Wednesday I received a call from the Census office telling me that all operations throughout the country had been suspended until at least April 1st. The associate verified that I had submitted my time cards so I could be paid for my work, then said the Bureau would call when they had more information. Just like that my 2020 Census adventure came to a screeching halt.
Yesterday our household's official Census participation letter showed up in the mailbox. Today I filled it out. It seemed like the least I could do.