Well it is Shabbat morning. I can locate Snookums whereabouts by the soft clink of pans and dishes, groans from opening and closing cabinet hinges and other household noises. It is feeding time on the pet ranch and I resist ignoring the morning noises and rolling over for another round of snoozing, so I push myself into sitting on the edge of the bed and let the wisps of sleep float away before reaching down to turn off the air filter. Then with a final push I rise and pad off for the morning obligations.
So here it is. Back to the old morning coffee posts, getting the swollen fingers to type out something coherent and sipping coffee between thoughts.
Not much on the news today. Biden’s wooden denial of anything to do with Tara Reade. Kim the dictator shows up in photo from N. Korea squelching another media ambiguation. And news of politicians politicking. Reports of people rioting against the lock-downs. Video clips of Mayors trying to tell the people that it is for their own good, and clips supporters backing the mayors. Liberty takes a hard hit and may not survive it.
I cannot recall in my life a time where the press has failed us so miserably as it has concerning the pandemic. It has turned into an unreliable source of information as it pits one expert and their opinions against another expert and their opinions while calling the confusion ‘science’ that must be believed. We have politicized a pandemic and are reaping the consequences.
In the silver lining section of my post today. The sun rose over green fields. In my corner of the universe I live apart from pandemics and political hypocrisy. There is a happy parakeet next to my widow commenting on her perspective of the world. Mutts hear the soft crunch of graham crackers emanating from my studio and magically appear at my feet.
And myself in my ærie watch the world speed by ….