It’s another gray day here, low, dull clouds, not a lot of birds flitting. Maybe it’s going to rain.
It’s been a long stretch of shelter-in-place, and as itchy as I am for it to end, I wonder how long until it’s safe, actually safe, genuinely safe. We are reminded of the Spanish flu, which did some damage the first winter, but then devastated the next fall.
We don’t want that.
As they work on vaccines, and we hang in, hang in, hang in, I marvel at an incompetence so vast, so all-encompassing, it cannot be accidental. And still he pushes to make it worse.
And that is Monday in a pandemic.
I am pithless today, and need to make some masks for errands I’ll have this week, so I will go work on that. And I hope you have as good and as productive a Monday as you can.