This is week five since I got home from Texas. A month I have been home and stuck in the house. A month since the first reports of people being isolated and told to stay home from workplaces. Oh how time drags when you're stuck at home. I hope some day people will look back on all this and learn something. I doubt it, but one can hope. B's little sister's great grandkids are going to wonder why she gives them toilet paper every Christmas. Or pasta. But those who lived through this will understand. I also hope history is not kind to the cheeto in charge. I hope he is remembered like Nixon and Reagan as the useless piece of shit he is. No glorification. No fondness. He needs to be remembered as the biggest mistake this country has ever made.
We went out once. We dropped off B's sister, visited one of B's friends from their driveway, and stopped at the fish shop for a filter. All while wearing a mask. A mask. I'd say god bless us all, but at this point I feel god has truly abandoned us for our own hubris.
Full week of training Texans. Mon-Thurs, 9 hours each day, full loads each day. At least I am working. At least I have something during the week to take my mind off things. 200,000 dead will be acceptable. Good job. I hope none of you have been affected by this in a rough way. I hope you're all safe at home, your loved ones are safe, your pets are safe. We will get through this broken and bruised, and changed. Hopefully for the better.
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