It didn’t have to be this bad

 

 

Really. It didn't.

Thanks to the utter ignorance of a collection of tRump-adoring states mired in conspiracy theories, we’ve experienced another surge of COVID, delta flavor. We no sooner dared to shed our masks when the surge reared its head again. Now, as fall kicks, in we’re still ambivalent. Kids are back to school in person, masked (for the most part, amid bitching anti-maskers). In-person meetings are resuming. Restaurants are open for in-person dining. Things seem pretty much under control here in Connecticut with the infection rate hovering around 2 percent, though the clusterfuck continues in primarily Red states. 

Post-Election Reflection

My mantra over the past few months had been: Stupidity is the real pandemic.

With the election results last night, it’s never felt more true.

 As we’ve been huddled in our homes over the past eight months, tRump was crisscrossing the country leading superspreader events, generating an estimated 30,000 Covid cases and 700 deaths, according to a Stanford University study. This, despite his own Covid case, that of his wife and son, and numerous White House employees.

I Am SO Lucky

(Sorry, peeps, Blogger is not letting me change the mice type.)

In the midst of the conflagration known as tRump’s management of the coronavirus, I am among the lucky ones.

I work at home as a writer and I’m used to its day-to-day solitary nature. (Just don’t take away my internet!) My husband’s job as a security office is deemed “essential” but he has minimal contact with others and carries around disinfectant and wipes. We have income from our jobs. We both collect Social Security. Our fridge and cupboards are well stocked, and yes, we have plenty of toilet paper and cat food.