That’s not bad. A little red. A little puffy. Hurts a tiny bit, but only when I touch it. Not a problem.
Space Ship. I worked all day today spiffing up the data before shipping it off the the government. I could tell that other people were entering data. And changing things. We are all trying to tame the data.
I did most of my work from the comfort of my favorite chair, a ca 1955 leather recliner, wrapped in a blanket. Heating pad on the back side. Warm computer on the front side. From my chair all I could see was a gray sky. Food arrived sealed in plastic boxes and bags.
A war is raging outside of my sealed universe.
But, I am doing my part. A remote warrior in the war on covid. My last battle.
That’s the way the mind works if you spent your formative years reading SciFi.
Gratitude
Christmas Cookies!
It is hard to keep track of the COVID numbers here at The Asylum. It is at least 27. Maybe more. Good time to stay in my little imaginary space ship.
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