I worked to get my weekend cottage chores done yesterday so that today could be an official day of rest. Well, that idea tanked quicker this morning than Donald Trump touting hydroxychloroquine as a cure for Coronavirus!
Meaning, my ‘no sun Sunday’ has the radio blaring and phone beeping with official tornado warnings, which in turn has me hunkered down inside with Spotify blaring, sipping a spicy Caesar, embracing a shitty Sunday storm day.
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| When given lemons? Make a Caesar and listen to Spotify! TAKEN: JULY 19th, 2020 |
As my Bose speaker begins to play Kacey Musgraves and her song titled Rainbow starts; it seems eerily fitting.
“When it rains it pours,” is how the song begins. My struggle is that it feels like it has been raining for five friggin’ months, only in the non-precipitation sense.
Like most, I have struggled with this atmosphere I will officially label here as The Covid Climate.
I no longer watch the news, refuse to click on anything associated with the orange man, and find myself distancing myself from 90% of all social media. Lately, the only place I find any sense of normalcy is via Instagram.
Probably because it’s hard to go wrong with pictures of the Muskoka landscape and Georgian Bay sunsets, as well as really cute pups. For the record, touting some serious cucumber envy, I also feel vegetable and flower gardens deserve an honorable shout out; way to go all you gardeners!
Anyway, if you dial your blog memory back, you’ll recall that people told me to stop being an alarmist when the virus first loomed. Since then, so many have reached out to me via personal message sharing that they felt they too had been so sick.
More worrisome is that most admitted they never shared being ill, purely because of the judgement of others that tended to follow; seeing as everything happening around us was fake.
I don’t know about you, but I have no idea how I managed to be graced and associated with so many scientists and immunology experts lately. Must be because Facebook University wasn’t an option for me in the mid 1980’s.
Who knew the first half of 2020 would produce such an elite number of scientific scholars? Certainly not this cat. Well done Mr. Zuckerberg, for officially replacing both ethics and journalism worldwide with a meme.
With my sarcastic rant exhausted, I know for a fact I am going to survive my 'no sun day' as well as the rest of this pandemic nonsense.
How? Just ask my buddy Kacey, she knows. She tells me… That there has always be a rainbow hanging over my head!
Which has to be better than an Wile E. Coyote approved ACME anvil, right?
PS: If you haven’t heard the song, here’s a link, (Click here)
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