Wednesday, April 8, 2020
Total Confirmed: 1,484,811
Total Deaths: 88,538
Somehow Johns Hopkins didn’t post the number of recovered people today. Maybe it doesn’t matter anymore. Maybe it doesn’t matter how many people have tested positive either. There still aren’t enough tests. And people are only admitted when their Lungs Turn to Glass and everyone is treated like they have it anyway. It all seems so pointless.
Like Grasping at the Mist.
The animals have taken over the streets. Foxes run down main streets and peacocks stroll around business complexes and they have completely forgotten about society. Cougars take up residence in neighborhoods and coyotes hang out by fountains. And Mother Nature high-fives COVID-19.
We decided to draw up a will but if it needs to be notarized, we’re not totally sure how that’s going to happen. Today we’re not terribly afraid of dying, but it’s just that people die So Fast from COVID. There wouldn’t be time to write a will. Bam – You’re Dead.
And then somebody has to go to Probate Court. How in the world will the courts keep up if half a million people die? Or a million? Or three hundred thousand? We just want it to be easier for our peeps if the worst does come to worst.
There’s still no elastic, which could be a good sign if everyone is actually making masks. Now there’s tutorials on how to cut up elastic bandages to then use for masks. And Mom is making masks with ties for the back of the head because she can’t get her hands on elastic either. But these work just fine, so it’s okay if it’s never ever available ever again.
New York is talking about temporary internment of the sick and Amazon’s stack of puzzles is shallow. And the SPCA is offering Exceptionally Subpar Animal Portraits. For a $20 donation, I submitted a photo of each of my dogs. In return, they have volunteers, some are kids, drawing a picture from the photo. Most of them are really bad. Dave and Angie got a message with theirs that says “We hope you’re both delighted and disappointed in our amateur artwork.” One was pretty artsy and the other one was pretty awful. It’s the best way I’ve ever heard to raise money. Everyone loves it and they post the drawings on Facebook. And everyone is doing it.
So Mother Nature is cleaning up all the pollution and healing and collecting the bodies of the dead. Turning them to ash or dirt or just stashing them away under the ground in coffins. Or it will, as soon as the refrigerator trucks are emptied of the bodies. And the animals have new places to explore and make their homes and catch their dinners. And all of them are happy about their progress.
The only ones unhappy are the humans.