More Randomness

 I keep starting these grandiose posts and never finishing them. I think I have more success when I just write. 

Writing. Writing is a problem for me at the moment. I can't seem to do it. I have friends who say they love my writing, and that's all well and good, but they're talking about writing that's now years old. I had a blog for a fictional character and for a while it was witty and poignant, filled with stark realities and some "creative licence." I have a novel that's about one-fourth to one-third written. Again, friends who have read it say it's very good and offered some suggestions. Stalled. I simply cannot muster up the interest to write let alone the words. They aren't there. As a corollary, I can't get into reading a book either. 

This, of course, has happened to me before, periods--years--of time when I didn't work on the novel or read. And, if I'm honest, it happens with a lot of my interests. Sewing, painting, working on my house.* On the one hand, these gaps in creativity tend to parallel periods of extreme depression. 

I'm not going to dwell on the depression, lots of people have it, to one degree or another. I've had it all my life. True it's exacerbated by events. for instance, my beloved dog, Abby, had to be put down this past August and I feel it's had a profound effect on my resident depression. The only joy I find is working in my garden, my friends, and my cats. 

Abby

One of my cats has kidney disease (he's either 17 or 15, depending on whom you believe about his age when adopted. He's very special to me, my buddy, and knowing he's ill and rather old is, I'm sure, also having an effect on my state of mind. 

The state of affairs in the world, particularly the US, is hugely worrying. The bright spot has been electing a Democratic president and gaining majorities in the House and Senate (only by a whisker in the Senate, and then only because the VP is a Democrat). 

Ben, in healthier days

This COVID thing has not helped at all. Just the weirdness of it all, masking, mass vaccinations (except RWNJs), lock-downs, empty streets, is enough to jar the senses. And, speaking of those RWNJs, it's become apparent they are the problem in getting past the pandemic: refusing to be vaccinated. Selfish, idiotic, and mean-spirited, but what else is new when it comes to the "right"? Pretty much sums them up in a nutshell.

But, back to the inability to write. I can hear you say, but, Dances, you ARE writing, right now. Yes, that's true, but it's not my fiction, it's fact. Fact I seem to have no issue with. Has the current state of affairs (all-inclusive) become such a curb to my creativity? Or was it never there to begin with? A mere flash in the pan?

One thing I do know is I need to spend far less time online, less time watching YouTube. I've already cut 98% of Facebook out. I only go there to post things I'm getting rid of on my neighbourhood "Buy Nothing" page and to see what some of my friends are up to, since they all seem to use FB just as much as ever, my brother, his girlfriend included, and my pastor included. I used to check Instagram two-three times a day, now I go days without looking and don't even check everything at that.(I seriously need to go in and pare my follows down so I will see only the posts I really want to).

Another thing that I think has impacted my writing is RPing that fictional character and his friends on Twitter DMs. The person I RP with is one of my best friends and I absolutely adore her, but somehow the energy to write seems to be exhausted in RPing, if that makes any sense. I don't want to stop though, as it's quite fun. 

I keep getting flashes of ideas by watching certain shows on YT, the Agatha Christie shows on BritTV and "Time Team."  I really should stop and make notes as those ideas come to me; they might just spark something in the novel.

As for reading, I think a large part of it is that I don't have a comfortable place to sit and read since I basically turned my study into a storage room. It all started with getting the bathtub replaced and replumbed. A process that's now been going on for close to seven months. That's a whole other story in and of itself. **sighs** 

Anyhoodles, enough kvetching, time to do something, anything, even if it's wrong. 

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* I don't put much store in astrology, but sometimes, certain things are spot on. Last year I went on this site and created a natal chart for myself, more out of curiosity than anything. Apparently my moon is in Gemini. This is what it said, the parts that are very true for me I've put in bold italics:

Lunar Geminis are usually pleasant, witty, and charming people. At home and with family, however, they can be moody and irritable [not sure about any of that, but read on]. People with Moon in Gemini are always interesting people--they have a finger in every pie, are curious to a fault [!!], and are generally well-informed. Nervousness and worry are common traits with this lunar position. An underlying restlessness is common, and many Lunar Geminis need more stimulation than others. They usually read a lot, talk a lot, and think a lot with this airy, mutable position of the Moon. 

They generally dislike housework, but are big on home improvement. Re-organising their homes in little--and sometimes big--ways seems to keep them happy, as Lunar Geminis are easily bored by both routine and constancy. Often, this is a reflection of their inner world [or my ADHD]--"the grass is always greener..." applies here. Inwardly, Lunar Geminis are often unsettled. Moon in Gemini parents are generally more adept at handling the intellectual needs of their children that emotional ones. Others' complicated emotions, in general, can be difficult for Lunar Geminis to handle [truth]. In their families, Lunar Geminis often take on the role of organising get-togethers. They are at their best when they have plenty of things to do beyond routine. Moon in Gemini people almost always have a way with words. They are clever and witty [I can be], and more often than not can be found chatting with others [if I know them]. They are sociable and friendly, and feel comfortable in crowds [NO!]. Some pay too much attention to what everyone else is doing and lose touch with what they really want to do. Generally, Lunar Geminis have a million and one projects going [make that a billion and one]. They are impressionable folk, and their imagination is boundless [usually].

Their openness to new ideas is admirable, although decisiveness and persistence take a blow as a result. Still, versatility and adaptability are some of the stronger traits of the position of the Moon. When irritable, they can easily become snappy. Their moodiness is complicated--this is not the same kid of moodiness you'll find with water sign moons, for example. Usually difficult behaviour stems from inner restlessness. Lunar Geminis want to do it all, and have trouble sticking to any one project. When problems arise, the first instinct of Moon in Gemini is to talk things out [if I don't, it's because I've experienced irrational feedback previously]. Their tendency to analyse can give them the appearance of emotional detachment [Yes.] In fact, Lunar Geminis may be especially comfortable talking about their feelings, but feeling their own feelings doesn't come as easily. Those [who] don't take time out to really emote and understand their own needs may end up baffling others. Feeling misunderstood is common for Moon in Gemini natives. 

[this next stood out, it's me to a T] Potential issues: lack of follow-up of idea, indecision, may go back on decisions. 

There's more very apropos stuff regarding the Moon in the fourth house and something about a sextile between the Moon and Mercury, but this is long enough. Hope I didn't bore you too much. 

Cheers!

Randomness

I have no idea where this post will go; not sure I even care. IF anyone reads this, I don't want sympathy. I'm not even sure I want or need help. This is a hole I have to dig myself out of. 

Over all,  the impositions placed on us by COVID-19 have not affected me that much. My husband has his job, he's able to work from home, I'm retired and actually making more money than I did when I worked. Odd that. The biggest things I miss are petty, like, I'd love to be able to pick my own produce or wander through IKEA for 2-3 hours, or Michael's. The biggest things I miss are Thursday night writing/coffee dates with my bestie and going to church with her. 

But the state of the world--this country in particular--is wearing me down. The euphoria over President Biden's inauguration gave way to inertia, and now to downright depression. The right-wing idiots are still out there, Congress is full of traitors (I'm looking at you Cruz, Hawley, Boebert, McCarthy, and Greene, among others--you're a disgrace to our flag and all it stands for), and even Democrats can't seem to get their act together.

People are going hungry and homeless, debts are piling up, the virus is killing people faster than Pol Pot and yet our elected officials, our so-called representation in government can't get their heads out of their asses long enough to give a single, solitary fuck about the people who put them there. At least Pres. Biden is trying. 

So I get to the point where I'm making plans, filling out my PowerSheets with goals I know I probably won't even complete 10% of (sorry for the hanging preposition there), because I can't even get up the give-a-fuck to go clean my poor cats' litter boxes. I did actually start on the laundry. Wooo. 

It's a beautiful day, I should be out working in my garden--or what's supposed to become my garden--but instead I grab cheese, crackers, and a diet soda and eat, again, and then sit here and cry for no reason at all. I have plenty of things that will trigger a sobfest, my dog, pets in the past, my parents, etc. But I'm sitting here and periodically crying, reminding myself that at nearly 69 I'm a complete and utter failure. My kids are good, hard working people, so I have that at least. 

I just felt I had to write about this, and not in my journal, and not on FB (heaven help me lol), I have no idea, other than a couple of people, who reads this, and it doesn't matter at this point.  Does that seem odd? It's private, but I don't want to keep it private, I want it to be roughly anonymous. Like sending those radio signals out into the void of space and wondering if anyone cares....

10 November 2020, Tuesday

 For some weird reason I keep thinking today is Monday. Maybe it’s a latent desire to slow time down, who knows?

Best thing I’ve seen today: https://www.instyle.com/celebrity/jason-momoa-dune-interview-2020

My jam lately: Hamilton soundtrack

Watching: The Mandolorian, Agents of Shield, Love Actually, random Fast and Furious flicks

(can we say ‘escapism’??) 

Youtubers: Beau of the Fifth Column, Elewys of Finchingefeld, Mango Mosaics, Trae Crowder, Kathryn Morgan

Irritation this week: right-wingers who threaten violence because their rotten pumpkin didn’t win and seem to forget what they said four years ago. Now what was it? Oh...yeah... ”you lost, get over it.”

Reading:

• The Negative Trait Thesaurus: A Writer’s GT Character Flaws, Angela Ackerman & Becca Puglisi, JADD Publishing, 2013;
• Creating Character Arcs: the Masterful Author’s GT Uniting Story Structure, Plot, and Character Development, K.M. Weiland, PenForASword Publishing;
• The Undiscovered Self with Symbols and the Interpretation of Dreams: Volumes 10, 18 from The Collected Works of C.G. Jung, Princeton University Press, 1990.

The following excerpt really hit home in the wake of the election and all the bullshit with trump (FYI, I refuse to call him ‘president’ as he’s been the antithesis of presidential, nor will I grace him with a capital letter. Sorry, not sorry).*

Written in 1958, thirteen years after the atom bombs were dropped on Japan and the Cold War was no laughing matter (I remember bomb drills).

“...if the spiritual and moral darkness of State absolutism should spread over Europe?

 

“We have no reason to take this threat lightly. Everywhere in the West there are subversive minorities who, sheltered by our humanitarianism and our sense of justice, hold the incendiary torches ready, with nothing to stop the spread of their ideas except the critical reason of a single, fairly intelligent, mentally stable stratum of the population. One should not overestimate the thickness of this stratum. It varies from country to country in accordance with national temperament. Also, it is regionally dependent on public education and is subject to the influence of acutely disturbing factors of a political and economic nature. Taking plebiscites as a criterion, one could on an optimistic estimate put its upper limit at about forty per cent [sic] of the electorate. A rather more pessimistic view would not be unjustified either, since the gift of reason and critical reflection is not one of man’s outstanding peculiarities, and even where it exists it proves to be wavering and inconstant, the more so, as a rule, the bigger the political groups are. The mass crushes out the insight and reflection that are still possible with the individual, and this necessarily leads to doctrinaire and authoritarian tyranny if ever the constitutional State should succumb to a fit of weakness.”

So, yes, that sounds eerily like what’s going on in this country at the moment. Just to recap, in the wake of Joe Biden and Kamala Harris winning the 2020 election, here are a few of the things that have happened:

·         Celebrations the world over for Biden winning: the Freedom Bell in Berlin rings, the bell all over Paris ring, fireworks in London and other English cities, parades and dancing in the streets, and not just in the US! Hope returns, except...

·         The Republicans are refusing to accept the results, claiming widespread ‘fraud,’ (I leave it to you to google—or whatever the search default is in your time and place—the background of Covid-19 and mail-in ballots);

·         AG Barr (a fucking dick if ever there was one) has stuck his nose in and said the Department of Justice is cleared to investigate;

·         Secretary of State Pompeo (speaking of dicks) has caused some alarm;

·         An old friend (someone I unfriended on FB long ago because of disgusting things he said about President Obama and his family) has completely lost the plot and threatened to kill anyone who voted for Biden, including another old friend, possibly spurred on by this guy

The world turned upside down... (at 3:12)

I guess the thing that astounds me is the number of people who piss on the Constitution and claim to be patriots. Shooting someone because they voted for someone other than your candidate is not patriotism, it’s terrorism. Disregarding your oath to protect and defend the Constitution is not patriotism, it’s treason.

I’m no Jim Wright; I’m quite sure his work much more insightful and absolutely better researched (the man is unreal), but I think we’re on the same page, although I could be wrong, since I haven’t read his stuff in a while, but generally I’ve agreed with him on everything else.

Some additional meat to chew: Former DHS chiefs are warning of a threat to national security

We lost Abby back in August, long story, but the short of it is, after  enduring and amputation and 2-3 months of chemo, she had what can best be described as a neurological event, possibly a stroke, and had to be euthanised. It was like a chunk of my heart was ripped out. I still burst into tears thinking about her.

In other, less dire news, I got two new kittens last week (bringing the household cat total to 5). Arlo and Piper (originally Silas and Rita [??]) are six months old. They were found in the engine block of a car at 2 ½-3 weeks. They and their feral mama were rescued and fostered by a really nice woman out east of here. She is keeping the mama, named her Tabitha. That makes ten cats she has, in addition to two horses, a burro, two geese, several chickens, beehives, and a partridge in a pear tree....no, not really, no partridge, no pear tree. Arlo, the black male, and Piper the grey tabby female are a bonded pair. Originally I just wanted a black cat, but took her, too.

There are a couple of projects I’ve actually completed (isn’t that the 7^th sign of the apocalypse?) and I’m going to try to post about them, but don’t hold your breath, you know my track record.

 

*I got a new computer—first tower in forever, after a series of laptops—and a ‘mechanical’ keyboard, which I’m loving, but I had to stop and order an under-desk keyboard drawer because the difference is killing my wrists.

Family archives

When my mother died in September of 2017, she left behind a ton of papers and photos. She was supposed to have been sorting and labeling the photos for the 12 years since Katrina. (Very thankful they were on the second floor of her house in New Orleans, as it had 10 feet of water in it.) They were sorted a bit, and there were labels on the back of a few, but for the most part, nada. A lot of the people in the older photos I never knew. Some of them I know who they are, others, no. Mum is the only one who knew. It's possible my uncle would know, but not really going down that path.

I'll keep and catalog any photos having any people I know in them, the others are most likely going to become a part of some art project. I'm sorting, labeling, and scanning them, then they will go into albums.

Mum also left a shit-ton of letters...it looks like every letter she ever received from about the late 40s on. She gave very explicit instructions that the ones from her mother were NOT to fall into the hands of my uncle and his wife LOL. But I am scanning them and will make available to my brother, his son, and my kids, if they're interested. Junior Birdman, of course, never met her.

Today, I was starting on the photos and then realised I actually needed to do the letters first because they contain dating and identifying information on the photos. Which means, of course, I'll end up having to read a goodly number myself, something I had hope to avoid (I have my reasons).

Soldier on!

Am I a planner/journal junkie?

This post is dedicated to my bestie, Dianne Sylvan, with whom I share a love of planners, journals, writing, art, and coffee. You can check out her books and blog here 

Every Thursday, for years now, we meet at our favourite coffee shop, with occasional breaks because of holidays or finals at the university (the students all think a coffee shop is the place to study; they’re right of course), to write, chat, engage in snark (usually about the clueless college students around us), share journaling supplies, especially washi tape ¹, and generally enjoy each other’s company and a night away from home.

As I wrote in the last couple of posts, we’re under the duress of a pandemic: quarantines, lock-downs, shelter-in-place orders, and of course idiots. As a result, our favourite coffee shop has been closed and Sylvan and I couldn’t sit together even if it were open. So, we’ve been meeting via Zoom². The Zoom meetings often include her roomie/BFF, who is also a very close friend of mine, occasionally my husband, and the combined menagerie of cats and dogs.

Among other things last night, we were talking about people on YT presenting their “planner lineup for year XXXX.” And our question was, “WTF do you do with that many planners, woman? You’d not have time for anything else.” I decided to watch a couple to see. The queen seems to be novelist Sarra Cannon 

19.

Yes, 19.³

She, of course, has caveats for a few of them and admits that by the end of the year she might not be using all 19. (NB: she never mentioned a number. I had to watch the whole thing twice to get the count right.)

You can either watch the video yourself or save yourself 47 minutes and get the Cliff’s Notes here. Not all of these are planners and some planners are used more as journals, so here we go.

1.        Hobonichi Weeks in a pink Foxy Fix leather cover. Goes everywhere with her, is her wallet, daily expenses, weather, appointments, events, expenses, weekly income.

2.       Hobonichi Techo⁴ Original, A6, Part of her evening routine , track tarot readings

3.       Hobonichi Cousin, A5. Morning routine, signs, affirmations, synchronicities, journaling issues she’s dealing with, something she’s reading, meditation, insights, mental health

4.       Hobonichi 5-year Techo. 5-year diary

5.       A5, 6-ring with her own HB90 quarterly planner. Changes covers monthly (has 15+ of them), and the colour scheme etc., but the “guts” stay the same, just changes quarterly. Goals, monthly, weekly, daily pages, tasks, business to-dos, social media planner, writing sprints, ideas for Heart Breathings (her YT channel), vision board.

6.       Classic Happy Planner. Meal planning, food tracking

7.       Erin Condren LifePlanner (ECLP) Colourful Classic, vertical. Memory journal for her kids, family

8.       ECLP Neutral Classic. Everything to do with writing career, promotional ideas

9.       EC Deluxe Monthly Neutral, July-June. Planning Heart Breathings, blog, courses. This kind of planner has only monthly spreads and at least half of it is lined notebook paper.

10.   EC Deluxe Monthly Neutral. Family budget

11.   EC On-the-Go Folio. Wellness, habits, gratitude, self-care, and a blank dot-grid for journaling.

12.   ECLP Classic, Horizontal. Family gaming journal, track games, characters, fun things that happened, also the anime the watch.

13.   EC soft cover, hourly. Time tracker.

14.   Astro Moon Diary. Used only for the images and the information it contains.

15.   Chic Sparrow Traveler’s Notebook (TN) A5. Used in meditation area, journaling, dreams.

16.   Webster’s Pages composition-size cover, with May Designs composition notebook. Notes on the last two books of her series.

17.   TUL disc binder. Contact information and information on coaching sessions with her coaching clients.

18.   iPad with Good Notes app: amber McKee’s Fresh Start planner workbook.

19.   Old, Deluxe (full-size) Happy Planner. Converted into a plotting notebook

So. If there’s someone out there with more, I really do not want to know.  Granted, as I said, some of these are journals and not strictly for the year 2020, but still. Yikes.

But then, I got to thinking, how many planner-type things am I using? Well, let’s check it out, remembering I don’t always keep up with them.

1.       An Erin Condren LifePlanner (ECLP) coiled neutral, vertical, which I have not touched since I got back from my ill-fate trip to the UK. March is full of plans, departures, arrivals, hotels, notes on places to go. April has a couple of doctor’s appointments, which have all been canceled, and then POOF. I think I’m going to turn this into a planner for my book; maybe it’ll help me stay on track (hahahahahaha).

2.       Cultivate What Matters Powersheets. I hadn’t touched these either after I got back, up until last week. They’re very trendy and mostly for people who actually have a life and give a fuck, but I thought what the hell. And I was trying to use them, but the plague kinda derailed it.

3.       My trusty faux TN, regular size. Sylvan gave me a cover made of vegan “leather” and several inserts. She’d tried the system and really didn’t care for it. It’s become my every day carry (EDC); it even went to England with me. I have several inserts, a folder for receipts, etc., a plastic folder with a pouch for stickers, and pockets for credit cards, although they usually hold old credit cards with lengths of washi tape on them, a DIY monthly insert, a dot-grid “bujo,” a DIY tarot journal that Sylvan made, an insert with a gold cover and chocolate brown pages by Chronicle Books used as a kind of junk/art journal. I have some ephemera and pages made from water colour paper tucked in it. Clipped inside the back cover is an A6 size journal for planning my as-yet non-existent YouTube videos. I did have a map of England there before I got back. *eye roll*

Recently I added a pocket to the inside front cover by sewing on a piece of upholstery fabric. I have three templates and a grid pencil board/ruler in the pocket.

4.       An A6 lined journal with a detail from Van Gogh’s “Vase with Sunflowers” on it. That’s one of my very favourite paintings, has been since I was a teenager. Sylvan gave me the journal for my birthday. I use it as a personal journal to write a bit at the end of each day, if I remember, that is. I put HP sprocket photos, quick water colours, and bits and bobs in it. I have a number of small, lined journals like this to use once it’s filled.

 

5.       3.75 x 6.25 hardback 2020-2022 monthly calendar with lined note pages. About half of it is note pages, to be exact. I bought this strictly to carry in my purse so I wouldn’t schedule doctor visits or vet visits, etc. on the same day, and to keep track of other things. In the notes I wrote out the W-L records of all the Major League Baseball (MLB) teams in preparation for the 2020 season, little imagining there would be no season. Figures, I finally get back to fallowing my favourite sport and it’s canceled. *facepalm*

6.       A 5-Year Question a Day diary. Sylvan and I got these at Half-Price Books.

7.       A little soft-cover pocket-size, 2-year calendar I use for my RP characters.

8.       Habit Nest A5 “The Meditation Sidekick Journal” which is woefully behind.

9.       Soft-cover, A5 “Coloring Book of Shadows” by Amy Cesari. This was actually a 2019 one, but I barely used it, so I re-dated it for 2020, and still have barely used it. Not too late to pick it up again. Some of the images I’ve coloured I think will go in my BoS.

10.   A gardening journal (again, not up to date).

11.   A fitness journal that I haven’t used in forever, again, I need to start.

12.   A household binder, patterned after the Flylady’sControl Journal.

13.   A hardbound A5 notebook with graph ruling I’ve had for several years. It’s been a bujo, a place for brainstorming, plans, lists, notes on my book, etc.
14. A Celtic desk planner from like 2018? After I realised I was never going to use it as a planner, I write a quote for each day. Every month is a different theme, like art or ageing. 

15.   Not to mention various and sundry other little notebooks I’ve started and never finished over the years, my BoS, tarot and oracle card notebooks.

16.   I need to start a project planner to stay on top of all the things I need to finish.

17.   And finally, I’ve ordered a Hobonichi A6 Techo Original from JetPens and a beautiful cover from Etsy. It might well become the projects planner, who knows?

 

 

In other words, I, too, am a total planner/journal junkie.

ETA: I have a Day-Timer A5, spiral bound notebook I keep track of the family photo/letters project.

18....Watch out Sarra, here I come!!

¹Be careful, this shop is deadly; you’ll want ALL. THE. THINGS.  And if you get the washi bug, this is my favourite shop https://www.etsy.com/shop/GoatGirlMH?ref=ss_profile

²In case you’ve been under a rock https://zoom.us/  There are several alternatives, as well.

³Really about 23, as the Erin Condren “On the Go Folio” has something like 4 different journals in it.

⁴Techo means “planner”  (TEH-choh)

And the band played on...

America, well, right-wing America, has gotten like that spoiled frat boy who’s been told all of his life he’s “special” and now thinks it’s quite okay to be a dick. Left-wing American isn’t making me too happy at them moment, either. I’m looking at you, Berners.

The response to the Corona virus (covid-19) should not be political. Period. But it has ended up that way. If Trump (I refuse to call him Mr. let alone President) had stepped up in DECEMBER when intel was first handed to him, and appointed proper, intelligent, competent people to handle it, far few people would have died by now, there would have been less impact on the economy, and most likely, we’d be facing a shorter lock-down (which is being relaxed way too soon).

The response we got was denial, accusations of “fake news,” obfuscation. Bullshit in other words.

The people I am friends with and I do not trust a single word coming out of that man’s mouth. As the saying goes: Is he lying? Yes, his mouth is moving.

I will never understand the so-called intelligent, educated people, any Blacks, Hispanics, Gays, or women who support him, who think he’s doing things right—in any situation. I don’t get it. Have they all been duped by Fox News and Russian BS on Twitter and Facebook? I can only assume they have. They’ve all voted against their own self-interest and welfare. And uneducated white people in rural areas, they’ve done It, too. WTAF?

Part of the problem is Trump’s and the Senate GOP majority’s hatred of anything to do with President Obama (see what I did there?): anything and everything Obama put into motion, they have to destroy, sometimes because it affects their Big Business Buddies who give them money (not just in campaign contributions, I’m convinced), sometimes because they deny climate change, and sometimes just because Obama did it.

Fucking twatwaffles.

There are so many affronts to common sense, morality, and the very fabric of our country going on right now, it’s bloody scary. Some of the worst hotspots for the virus are in meat-packing plants. I don’t eat meat, but lots of people do, and there’s starting to be a shortage. Hell, Wendy’s, fucking Wendy’s, has run out of burgers in some places. Because restaurants and grocery stores are not ordering produce, dairy, and meat like they were, tons of perfectly good food is being plowed under, dumped, and animals just slaughtered. Meanwhile, tens of thousands line up at foodbanks every day…..

Bodies are piling up, funeral directors are pulling all the stops, doctors, nurses, and other medical staff are working around the clock. And dying, too. And yet…the almighty dollar reigns. This past Friday, things started opening up more.

https://www.worldometers.info/coronavirus/

It’s a scary, scary time. And we have the worst possible moron in charge.