Yes, I’m kind of going for the pun in the title there. Covid makes you “sick” and fatigue is a symptom, get it? Never mind, levity is my defense mechanism and this isn’t the time for jokes. It hasn’t been that long since my last covid post and I usually space them out more, but there’s a reason. This will be the last time I write specifically about this pandemic. I’m not writing a satirical post; I am sick and tired of covid, but not for the reasons one might think.
Obviously I don’t want people getting sick anymore, even if its only 4% of the population. I’m also tired of worrying about day care, and school and going shopping. This goes beyond the illness itself. I’m tired of the arguing and fighting.
Fear is the Mind-Killer
A 900 year old Jedi Master once said “Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate”. I feel like there was a lot of effort up front to instill fear in all of us. Some folks are still afraid. Some folks are more angry than afraid. Perhaps all this fear and anger is why there is so much hate in the country right now. I’m tired of the fear. I’m tired of worrying about my friends and family when they travel. Are they being safe? Are the other folks around them being safe? I’m tired of the sleepless nights that result the 10-14 days following their return.
I’m tired of the arguing and fighting over masks and testing and spikes. You have an expert that tells you one thing but I have an expert that contradicts your expert. I mostly abide by the rules and suggestions of the CDC, you march to the beat of your own drum, and yet we both remain unaffected. Who and what are we supposed to believe???
There is so much uncertainty right now that I get why some are just ready to risk it all. When I look at the statistics I’m even beginning to feel a bit disillusioned by the need for all the extra precaution. Granted it could be geography; other parts of the country are experiencing the pandemic differently. Regardless, I apologize if I’ve lectured you or made a diatribe against your choices. I’m hoping we are in the waning hours of this pandemic and 2021 will be a year for healing (literally and figuratively).
Be safe my friends.
/cheers
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I could accomplish so much more if I only had minions!
The madness continues. When
There are memes that I see often stating that less than 0.1% of the population has been infected. This is why you can’t trust memes. I am not a biologist nor a virologist but I do know how to do basic math (and a Google search). As of May 23rd:
Am I advocating that we should all be wearing masks? Not really. In the spirit of full disclosure, I’ve only worn a mask twice during all of lockdown (as of the date of this post). My reason for not wearing a mask is simply that I didn’t want to. If a place, such as CostCo, requires patrons to wear a mask, then I will wear one in compliance with store policy. When I finally get my hair cut, I’ll wear a mask in compliance with store policy. However, I’ve never worn one when I’ve gone to Kroger. I’ve only worn it once when I’ve gone to Target.
The promise of reopening the states is encouraging, but also feels premature. It’s a very delicate balance. If you open to early you will see the virus spread again. If you wait too long, the economy, and all the people, will continue to suffer. Personally I think I’ve become less concerned about the health and safety of my family. We are adjusting well to stay safe. Now I worry about the economic impact. I have friends and family who cannot work right now. Their lives are, essentially, on hold with an uncertain future. I’m worrying about things I cannot control.

We are four days into “social distancing” (if you exclude the weekend). We only go to the store if its necessary. So far the cases in the city seem to be outside our area but I don’t expect that to last very long. Thankfully none of us are showing symptoms but that doesn’t mean the stress isn’t starting to get to me. Either the stress is going to kill me or my wife will as my temper has been short and explosive lately. I don’t know if its stress from uncertainty or from the disruption in my routine. Probably both.