Grass and weeds fill the front patch: The guy who used to do my lawn has moved on to a more full-time job. I am glad for him and his family and sad for me .... the weeds gain purchase in the sunshine.
There is no turning on the news without the epidemic being all the news all the time. Newscasters look uniformly frazzled. What can they say but "and...?" It's a lovely sky.
Today is Thursday, I remind myself lest I forget. Wednesdays and Thursdays are my confused times, it seems.
Yesterday, my younger son and I planted impatiens flowers in the front ... a dot of color in a choking, weed-stoked grassland. A dull drum beat and...and...and...and...
News casters ... now stymied in the habit of predicting the future ... no one knows. If we had a president, there would be something to know, perhaps, even if it were wrong. Donald Trump refuses to wear a mask, a precaution most scientists seem to recommend.
Yesterday, I read somewhere that Donald Trump is wending his way towards death, since he has tried so many other poses.
As a footnote, here's Reuters as of May 24, 2020:
Total COVID-19 cases worldwide
5.28 millionTotal COVID-19 deaths worldwide339,267Total recoveries worldwide1.98 millionHighest total casesUnited States1,626,658 casesHighest death tollUnited States96,887 deaths