The words OPERATION WARP SPEED and SUPER DUPER MISSILE make me want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

I slept until 3 today (disclaimer – went to bed around 5, binging TV.) And then took a nap from 7 – 10. I feel like I’ve been whacked down with a sandbag. Napping = Self Social Distancing.

Waking up from my nap, I took my O2 level with the (as I do several times a day.) I saw the number 89. Perhaps this is why I’m so freaking tired today? (At least the on edge irritability is gone…)

During the brief hour I was outside today (and awake) two baby dragonflies came to greet me in the lawn. At the moment I was thinking about my grandparents. Serendipity.

TWO households the street over had parties today. Cars parked on road amount of people. One was a pool party. I just want to cry. I’m gonna be at Weber Wonderland forever…because, people.

Almost 90,000 dead and no hint of national mourning. Are these deaths not ‘ours’?

“We share no understanding of these staggering losses as ours, as belonging to all Americans, as national.”

Not true at all. Most everyone I know does. If you don’t, I’d rather not know you. Also, let us not forget that this is still the beginning.

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