Pretty much…

Maybe it’s the new rules about moving about. Maybe it was about the weather yesterday. A cold, hard rain over half the country never does much for mood. People were noticably that much more on edge yesterday though. I spoke with approximately 60 people on the phone and what I heard was desperation. I’ve already said this but uncertainty never sits well with folks. The sad thing is that there is nobody to turn to for real answers. There is no comfort in science and the faithful don’t seem to be finding much comfort in their gods.

Where do I sit? That’s a good question. I don’t really have so much uncertainty or fear about the virus itself. What leaves me unsettled is other people being unsettled. You just don’t know what you’re going to get when you pick up the phone, let alone when you pass someone on the street.

I was sitting off in the park om Sunday trying to get some of that Vitamin D and a Russian woman with glass pipe burns on her lips stopped and stood six feet back and delivered a low key diatribe about immigrants from Central and South Asia, and Mexico. She said it was about hygiene. She said they were nice people but not clean. I couldn’t bring myself to engage, nor point out that she was filthy and obviously an addict. Funny, as an aside, but you don’t see so much crack anymore in New York and when you do it’s largely Eastern Europeans… crack and meth. Blah blah blah.

Anyway, you just don’t know what you’re going to get when someone opens their mouth to speak.