The word “quarantine” is a joke now. Not many people seem to be trying anymore. New cases are jumping by the thousands every day, and no one seems to care.
Fortunately, but weirdly, the death rate hasn’t started going up again. We had around 120k a few weeks ago, and now we’re at about 125k. So only a few hundred a week instead of a few thousand. Which still isn’t good, but not as bad as it could be, I guess. Maybe they’ve gotten better at identifying cases early and treating them before they get really bad.
Or maybe it has just burned through all of the vulnerable people, like people in nursing homes, and the rate will be lower now.
People forget things fast. COVID is a joke to most people at this point. The protests from a few weeks ago are mostly gone. Now the politicians are attacking the protesters and trying to protect the status quo. The President even made it illegal to tear down Confederate monuments. Yes, the President of the United States wants to protect monuments honoring traitors to the United States.
Which tells you all you need to know about him. And his followers.
I’m getting so tired of this. Back when I was a kid, I thought the future would be so much better. 2020 seemed unimaginably far away. Now that we’re here, it’s like we’re trying to see how big of a mess we can make of things.
I’m having a lot of trouble even thinking. This post has taken me way too long to write. I can’t focus on anything, here or at work. I’m barely functioning.
I mean, I’m at the bar at BBW, and it has taken me almost an hour to write these eight paragraphs.
So much for quarantine.
But this is a short week, and we have a three-day weekend. And Camp NaNoWriMo starts Wednesday. Hopefully, I can force myself to do something.
I’ve got to start focusing and doing things again. Or I’m going to fall apart entirely. All I do anymore is work, eat, and sleep. I’ve got to do something for myself.
Maybe this week. The year is half over. Let’s hope we got all the bad stuff out of the way in the first half.
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