Another two weeks, another 14 days spent marveling at how much worse “worse” can get. The fact that none of it is even surprisin
The fact that Ruth Bader Ginsburg died was not so much surprisin
There isn’t a lot of other news to report: there’s been a bit (more) family drama, a guinea pig funeral, a colonoscopy appointment made, a broken dishwasher. There’s a new D&D book coming out that I’m quite looking forward to. The smallies and I finished season 2 of Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts, which is just a beautiful, funny, touching animated series; if you have both Netflix and children and you haven’t watched this yet, you really must do. My sleep schedule is nearly completely random at this point, but $work is still going moderately well. Well, as well as can be expected, I suppose. The humans in the house have mostly committed to not killing each other. At least for now.
I understand that many folks (including my own parents) are starting to go out more, even eating in restaurants. So far we’ve held off on that. I pointed out to my mother this weekend that she couldn’t really be wearing her mask while she was eating. She said, no, you just wear it to the table and then you take it off to eat. I said that was like wearing your hazmat suit to get to the radiation and then taking it off once you arrived. Call us overabundantly cautious if you like. We’re fine with that.
Oh, and I did actually take a COVID test recently. I had no fever, but there was a sore throat, and just a touch of labored breathing, so I figured better safe than sorry. There’s a drive-through place near us where they basically hand you the giant Q-tip and tell you what to do and then you give yourself the test. Then they text you the results; they told me to give it 3 – 5 day, but I got a text within 24 hours. Negative, if you were concerned. Which, as I say, I figured, but one doesn’t want to mess around. I still believe we’re all going to get it eventually, but I really want to know when I’ve got it. I don’t think I’m in any particular danger once I get it, but of course we have the kid with the heart condition, so one has to be careful.
I think that’s all there is to report. I hope the world gets better soon. I’d certainly like to start having lunch with my coworkers again, and I know The Mother would just like me to leave the house, lunch or no lunch. And my children wouldn’t mind getting back to a semi-regular field trip schedule. But we wait, and we watch, and we hope that the election gives the country a chance at recovery. If not, then ... then I don’t know. Other than being able to predict that Trump and his family will be enriched by the continued deaths of the American people, I can’t guess what that dystopian future would hold.Hopefully it doesn’t come to finding out.