Number shame
I really wish that our dog could talk.
Not in that shouty voice that he uses with the garbage truck and delivery vans and our car and the wandering fox. I want conversation.
For three days now, we sense that he’s in pain, perhaps. Hesitation to jump on the bed. Careful descent of the stairs going outside. The ability to come and get cheese is unaffected, and the ability to beg for pig ears. Is there a trend here? Anyhow, my telepathy skills are low to non-existent, so I’m going to continue watching and wondering.
Of course, I also get stiff; something to do with age. The dog is thirteen (maybe) so that if I use that non-scientific multiplier of “seven times”, he’s older than me. Could this be his way of saluting high humidity and temperature?
As of today, the Quebec government will no longer issue updated totals of COVID-19 cases; that was the only real reason to check the front pages of certain newspapers. Instead, the updates will be weekly. Why? There’s no shame in being the province with more than 50% of Canada’s infections. Not talking about it will not erase the problem (despite what the president to the south has vaunted). Do I detect a growing level of dissatisfaction with the provincial health policy? I mean, the Atlantic provinces are moving ahead with the “bubble plan” aka a party, and QC isn’t invited. Of course, we here in the east don’t read your newspapers, but the press does detail such things. I hope you get it figured out, and that your population won’t get sticker shock when the (new) weekly numbers are revealed.
