I don’t know what’s up these days.
With me?
Possibly.
Is it the Coronavirus, the Covid -19 disease?
Nope.
Am I worried about Covid-20 or 21.
No.
For now, I'm still breathing, not coughing,
nor am I lining up at Costco at an ungodly hour to buy toilet paper. TP will
not save you from Zombies and if this virus is any example of the tons of
Zombie movies we've had shoved in our faces over the years, Toilet Paper is NOT
going to save us.
I would be upset of course if I had a trip planned
to Italy with Corona virus on the loose.
Holy Cow!
I'll bet the Pope is praying to his non-existent
Gawd overtime these days.
So far he's in the clear. I'll bet they have him
sealed in a plastic garbage bag for safety!
The Italians surrounding the Vatican are shutting
down half their country to save Italians and maybe that might be a good
idea.
The Pope's prayers don't seem to be having any
effect on ridding us of the infection.
Is this just the latest in bad jokes from the
almighty?
I can imagine the sermons in born-again churches
these days.
Wait?
Is that the hooves of the four horsemen I hear or
Peter McKay's lips flapping in the Canadian breeze speaking his truth- namely
right-wing rhetoric.
To be frank, we have to corral this doomsday disease
before all we cough and wheeze our way into the next dimension.
There's just not enough room in Heaven if we all
were to shuffle from this mortal state together. Cripes, the house prices
in Heaven- and Hell (that's probably Vancouver) would skyrocket!
To be truthful, these days- viruses aside, I'm
feeling a little anxious.
I'm not wishing for spring like I once did back in
Ontario at this March time of year. Here on the Island it never gets cold or
wintry enough to make one throw themselves to their knees at bedtime praying
for an end to the season called winter. That's because here on Vancouver
Island crocuses have already bloomed and daffodils are still blooming. Even the
cherry blossoms are out on many trees.
What more can one ask for?
Anxiousness is stress or stress is being anxious.
Oh well, I am sure it will pass.
In the meantime, I go smell a daffodil.
I thought we had found one...
