Come on in the water is lovely. Sometimes it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter whether that first sentence is relevant to anything else in the post. Did it grab your attention and make you want to read more? Maybe yes maybe no. There’s no real logic to anything here. Maybe the water is nice. Maybe it’s a metaphor. I don’t know.
The death trend is down. The level of covid infections is down. A long stretch of covid ridden road lies ahead before we can really get excited about anything. No sign of Anne and I being inoculated yet. We are not old enough which I suppose is a good thing 🙂
Funeral online today for a friend who lost the race. For him and his family trends matter not. We are in the middle of a war. At the beginning of a war when someone loses their life everybody mourns. Then death touches everyone and we grow numb to it. I don’t think we are at that stage yet and still feel it when someone we know and love is taken. The bombs however are falling closer. We continue to sleep in the shelter and wear our gas masks during air raids.
Listening to some loud tunes in the shed whilst watching the covid news conference with subtitles. I prefer the music to a politician’s words. In other wars people would have huddled around the wireless waiting for our leaders’ pronunciations. It’s no different today really.
We subject ourselves to near 24 x 7 news updates and it isn’t often anything new is disseminated at these gigs. At least we have the time when we are asleep to ourselves. Trying to sleep 🙂 Trying not to wake up in the night. Lying there thinking.
There have been a number of historical events in recent years where we have turned to the news for reguar updates. Sometimes it’s been a bit of a nervous follow. Like when the orangudon was kicking up his electoral storm. I’m sure I would have woken up in the night during the US elections and picked up my phone just to check the score. Worked out in the end. So far.
Meanwhile life goes on.