It has been ten days since my last post. Some things have devolved. But Covid-19 seems to be chugging along nicely. Who could have guessed that the one thing worse for this country than a bloated bureaucracy was a lean and MEAN collection of political hacks and toadies directed by a feral toddler with digestive issues (we can only assume)?
One possible atom-thick silver lining to this accelerating disaster is the possibility that a small percentage of FOX News hostages will discover they have been served cool-aid comprised of the bitterness of voting Republican and the sweetness that at least the libs are now suffering too. And those of us who still credit
scientifically determined facts know that cool-aid will not support life indefinitely.
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| Pool Noodles Innocently at Rest |
On the personal front, I am reveling in my several times a week hour long reprieve from 1 g. When I am in a deep water aerobics class with fellow (mostly) gray haired ladies I experience a lightness of body and spirit. I bring my silliest self to these gatherings, and delight in being able to start some and share many more group laughs. Wednesday's class was especially hilarity filled. I am not talented enough verbally to describe it effectively. To describe it inadequately: we colluded in some unscripted interaction with pool noodles resulting in a cavalcade of varied struggles which popped up around the assembly and likely had many of us peeing in the pool. (Don't worry, they test the water often and treat as needed. Surely it had less effect than one over- worked diaper from the toddler end of the pool. After all, pee is sterile (so the
scientists say).
