Preparing to confront the barbarian hordes
Dress appropriately. It doesn’t matter if the weather changes on an irregular, pseudorandom schedule. Dress in layers. Sounds like what a parent might say. Right now, in early July, we have rain showers and a top temperature of 12C. On second thought, I’ll just stay inside. At least when the ice age begins, my bed will be close by. And I know that the other coast can only wish for such a clement climate. Here, things will change; they always do. And I no longer have to fret about calling a bus for my flock of student sheep.
In my newsfeed, advice on how to avoid getting bitten by a rattlesnake. Do they know where I am? Locally, we watch out for mosquitos and jellyfish, in that order. Poisonous serpents are not part of the lifestyle worries. I appreciate the effort, editors, but this article is simply irrelevant.
My calendar shows that I’m still a couple of weeks away from peak vax. I’m actually surprised at the number of my neighbours that have received their (fair share). I wonder if I missed a memo, or if not living in the city comes with unexpected limitations. If I could get into the magic chair, tomorrow, I would. I want to be ready for the great exodus… when the frontier opens. And to be prepared for meeting with the barbarian hordes (from beyond that frontier). I’ll wait. I can handle another few weeks. Just keep the milk and chocolate coming in. And don’t expect me to suddenly become all social, afterwards. I am me, after all.
