COVID 19 AND US in POSTMARKS 4

The Covid 19 virus is in a great hurry here. All those non-believers, those ‘it won’t get to me’ folks, those off to the bar or the beach young-uns are now catching the virus. They are the ones who won’t wear a mask or stay 6 feet away from their friends.

The “I don’t need to wear a mask,” they say. We are all violating their freedoms. We all mourn their unfinished lives when they die.

“More fool them,” I say.

Both G and I are back to the stage where we wish the governor would shut the state down again. No such luck. So we stay home. We still have a mountain of things to move back in. Today the sewing stuff. I’m truly grateful that G carried it all up our steep stairs without a complaint. Now it is my job to find a home for it all.
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• Himself: Made banana bread…a first, and boy it smells good.


• Myself: Arranging the sewing stuff in some form of order. Blood sugar before PET scan was 83. Urinating every two hours all night long.


• Reading: Reich.


• Photo: A Navy patrol boat moving at speed taken from the top of the Point.


• Gratitude’s: George.