Dusty camo
If ever you want to mark a criminal, have them commit their crime in a home where drywall mudding is in progress. Worse than life in a flour mill. I was downstairs, briefly, and came back to the surface covered in a fine layer of dust. Ambient. No actual sanding while I was there. Just contact with, well, just about everything. Methinks that the cleanup will require patience and a strong vacuum. To be followed. Oh, and sending the dog beforehand just exacerbates the problem.
No matter. It would also serve as camo, if I wanted to wander around in the new-fallen snow (which I don’t want to do).
Not much going on, here. We are in a safety zone, compared to other parts of the country. Seeing that the hospital, just down the highway from my collective sisters, has had to erect a tent structure to hold the contagious/ill is a real wakeup call. One nurse, on their staff, took the time to write an editorial for social media. Please, throw away any misconception you are holding about the pandemic being a hoax. It’s real, it’s here and people are dying.
And I realize that our safety zone only works as long as we all believe. Start stupid social tricks and we’re going to be in for a “heap of pain”, as the saying goes. I fully expect this summer to be worse than last, if only because we’re more aware of things. Except for the deniers, who actually deserve a tour of duty in that temporary hospital. Go on! Show the rest of us how safe things are!
