Pandemic Diary: 5 Nov 2020

Two days after the election and still no new president announced. A few key races are running almost neck-and-neck, with thousands of mail-in ballots still to be counted. In favor of a return to sanity, mail-in ballots are trending towards Biden. Trump is already trying to file lawsuits to require recounts where they aren’t automatically triggered, and he’s declared his intention to take it to the U.S. Supreme Court if he doesn’t win.

Of course he isn’t going to accept defeat. Never has, never will. It’s not in his intellectual/emotional repertoire. Why people keep talking about him like he’s a sane person is beyond me, like we can actually expect something besides megalomaniacal narcissism from him. He’s a megalomaniacal narcissist. It’s pointless, and even dangerous, to normalize him. You simply can’t discuss a mentally ill person’s motivations and behavior the same way you would a healthy person. And it doesn’t help either you or the ill person to try to.

Praying that enough Americans want to function as a democracy grounded in sanity to defeat Trump. Four more years of insanity could very well destroy us.

Photo from New Hampshire Public Radio

Pandemic Diary: 2 Nov 2020

Election day tomorrow. I’m not anticipating any particular outcome because who the hell knows? Anything is possible, even though it’s appalling that anyone could still support Trump. The fact that so many do is more disturbing than Trump himself. Where has my country gone? I love America, as a democracy that strives for inclusion and creativity. What happened to that America?

And the virus rages on, setting new daily records for infection. The US just hit #1 in the world in terms of infection rate.

Lucie: Our constant reminder of the joy of living.

Spirit-lifting: I just got to virtually meet a friend’s new puppy. A beautiful baby Golden Retriever. Proof of the power of new life.

Pandemic Diary: 28 Oct 2020

That’s about how I feel.

My last week of the month to make up some missed hours due to fibromyalgic exhaustion. My energy is much better, so I was ready to crank it out. Then today… Is it my SI joint? or a myofascial trigger point? The pain is in the same place, so it’s impossible to tell and it doesn’t really matter since the only treatments at this stage for either one are rest and pain relievers, or steroid injections. I’m not interested in injections right now, so what’s left? Rest. When I need to be working. These two things don’t go together.

Pandemic Diary: 27 Oct 2020

A Facebook Messenger exchange between me and a friend I sang with for years.

You sent29 minutes ago
This song just played on my Amazon radio station—it makes me weep a little every time. And I’ve always wanted to sing it with you doing the little harmony parts. Which also makes me weep a little.

E— sent28 minutes ago
Singing with other people! Feels like so long ago now.

You sent27 minutes ago
One of the more tragic things about this situation. One among many…

Pandemic Diary: 24 Oct 2020

Only a few days of this particular glory in the fall wetlands, before the fire burns out and the silvery smoke of bare trees remains.

Oh, and I tested negative for COVID antibodies. My grandson can rest easy.