Those years are as gone as the water running down the kitchen drain. There are no returns. You can’t recycle them for slightly used ones. And now I’m left with anger at those who could have helped stop the virus in its tracks, but for political and religious ideology, conspiracy thinking, and just plain ignorance, they stole my years as well as the lives of the unfortunate 700,000 American souls who have died.
“I don’t sell anything. She dosen’t sell anything.”
Do I get it? No. Do I wish that he contracts the disease? No. Did he piss me off? Yes. Does his behavior worry me? Yes.
Like Alice, I’ve lost my “muchiness,” and I need to get it back.
I Googled “new job jitters.” About 5,080,000 results (0.89 seconds) populated my computer screen.
Too far out … a crazy conspiracy theory. Maybe
This virus will be vanquished and we need a strong school district ready when it does.
“How dumb can you board members be—desk shields are useless.”
Upstairs, down and up the big hill behind our house, a quick trip to the local one-person post office, and a bit longer drive to the service window to get a mini Blizzard when it is just too hard to stay confined a second longer. No expensive airplane tickets, no souvenir shopping, hotel rooms orContinue reading “Traveling in the time of Covid19”