Today was the second time this year I had to cancel major plans so I can sit at home. Thanks to our shitty handling of the pandemic, The USA is experiencing record high infections... whereas countries that took this shit seriously from the start continue to slow. Now they're starting to open back up because the threat is manageable... whereas here in these United States we continue to open up despite things being worse than ever.
Which, of course, means that things will just continue to get worse.
Which, of course, means we're just dragging this out longer and longer.
Which, of course, means that we're just ruining the economy even more than it was.
So congratulations to the entire Trump Administration and all the State governments who have hopelessly fucked us. I hope people remember them on Election Day.
As for me? I'm just going to sit here being bitter about losing my entire summer.
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Yep.
Me too. I have a milestone birthday coming up on Bastille Day and I had plans to go home to England to see family. Now I will be spending it at home alone. 🙁
It just keeps getting harder and harder. I keep thinking that I’ll turn a corner and be okay with it… but nope.
Sending you a virtual hug!! I have no idea how I’m managing this. In May 2019 I lost my apartment and about 85% of my belongings to a building fire – but I got my kats and aquariums out. In July I found out in the ER that I had sudden onset acute glaucoma. I had emergency surgeries scheduled for the following Tuesday and Wednesday. On the Monday my employer (a nationwide law firm) went out of business. I searched for a new job for months and then the pandemic started. I tell myself that the Universe has kept me out of the workplace in order to protect me. I’m getting a ridiculous amount of unemployment pay, but half of it goes back in taxes and marketplace insurance premiums. I haven’t been hugged in MONTHS, I haven’t seen friends in as long. I’m about to turn 60 and my job prospects even without a killer coronavirus are not awesome. I’m struggling emotionally, but I’ve taught myself to paint with watercolours, I’m an avid reader, I exercise at home. Doesn’t stop me from worrying about my future though.
Wow… sorry, didn’t mean to hijack your comments!! Ahem, I’ll see myself out.