All these COVID-19 posts are getting tiresome, even for me. It’s about time to find something else to write about and this one isn’t even technically about that. T’s old man checked out yesterday morning up in Springfield. He wasn’t waiting around for the virus. He had other things going on and his body finally gave out. No words at all.

People (seems to be all white people) are flipping out and launching protests on state capitols in Florida (of course), Michigan, Ohio, parts of California and probably a few others. Trump is urging caution on television and tweeting shit about rising up. He’s a duplicitous psychopath but that’s nothing new either. We are in deep shit any way you look at it. Hell, I’d love to go back but I’m not ready to put names on the 2% (chosen at random by the virus) to die. That’s what the mortality rate has been and higher in some communities than others. No, I’m not ready to put names and faces on potential victims.

So far so good here. There are two cases in my building that I know of, a husband and wife. Word was on Friday that he was off the ventilator and she’s been sweating it out at home. God knows who’s walking around carrying it. Maybe even me. Hard to say. This has me weary. I’ve got really fuck all to say about it.

I’m going to check in with T. Then in about an hour or so I’ll check into work and start that part of the day. Perhaps by the end of today I’ll have more words.