A whale of a rumour
Today, the CDC offered a deal to the human race. If you get fully vaccinated, you can stop wearing a mask and start cuddling with others. Not exactly how it was worded, but close enough. However, the second paragraph muddied the waters. You can do these things, but “masks may still be required by state, local, tribal or territorial laws as well as businesses and workplaces.” That takes the air out of their fancy balloon.
You see, we have no way of telling the safe from the sorry. The physical appearances won’t change. The propensity to tell lies won’t disappear. Simply put, even with a full set of needles, you are on your own in this cruel world. You might not get sick, but the haters will still dog you.
I guess I’ll be spending a lot of quality time in my basement. I did do some busy work, this afternoon, and the weather station computer is now on a new table. I’ve dusted, a little (there was a demand). I’ve figured out that my space won’t be as large as I had first imagined. But the space is mine, and if I schedule my practice times around when the rest of the house is empty, I can get “loud and proud”.
At one point, before the mad rush to reheat supper, our mobile camera crew (one person, with a car) headed down the road. There have been whales sighted, close to shore. Might be a beluga cow and calf! No photos, yet. I love that new things happen, when I was growing complacent with my life.
