Going Viral

It is the day before my son's 47th birthday, I am in self-isolation, and our world is in a panic.

I heard from my son this morning after I wrote him a message telling him how much I loved him. He very rarely writes back, but this morning I guess it's good I sent him a message early.

I know my son has a busy life, I know he is a father of four children and a busy wife, but when he takes a few minutes just to write me back and tell me that he loves me, it means the world to me.

I have watched all of the day's news conferences, and listen to the reasoning by 45 and his cronies as to why they address this terrible vital situation so poorly, and I have cried my eyes out. This is not the time for me to be the toughest chick on the Block, I've done that for too long. When your emotions grab your throat and you can't talk but your eyes water, you have pretty much succeeded in losing control for a bit. When I lose my control, it upsets me so much.

As these days unfold, I know the future brings a lot of Heartache. A deadly virus has been loosened on the world, and our failure to  contain it is sickening. The way people have gone out and hoarded all of the toilet paper, masks, and ppes is sickening as well. Why do people do this? I guess it is the fight or flight impulse that we are all born with. None of us really want to die right now, do we? We want to fight it, we want to win, we don't want to be a victim.

This blog post really has no central point to which I could confirm right now. Is supposed to simply to let me cry a little bit, let me whine about it, and perhaps someone out there feels my pain. I miss my son, I miss my grandchildren, and most of all, I miss the human decency with which our nation let itself through the administration of Barack Obama. The Man In Charge now has no empathy, he has no class, and he is mean to women, which I don't like. Since I am a woman, perhaps I can be forgiven for that. I don't know, but I will pray for it anyway.

When I am allowed to go back to church, I will be so happy. When I am permitted to go back to choir rehearsal, I will cry tears of joy. When I am able to walk to the bus stop and go to the store and get my prescriptions, that will be a glorious day. Speaking of glorious days, I think I'll go play the piano. Were you there?