We’re nearing the beginning of our 10th month of Covid. We’ve been very careful with a very small bubble and I’m tired of it. The numbers of cases and deaths are worse than ever. Yesterday the Chronicle reported more than 233,000 new cases (a record) and more than 3300 deaths in the US. It’s hard to grasp such big numbers. I have kept on my nightstand a now yellowed copy of NYTimes from May 24, 2020. On the front page and three additional other pages is a list of 1000 of 100,000 that had died by that day. People from all ethnicities, all walks of life, all ages. Each person was described in a sentence or two—-mostly by what they did or what they loved and their age. Now we have three times as many dead and it’s going to get a lot worse. Because the virus is spreading so fast, we’re in lockdown once again. I am numb, worn down, finding it hard to really grasp the horror of the situation and very very sad. More people are now dying each day than died in the 9/11 attacks. More people have died now from the virus than died fighting in World War II. 300,000 deaths from this terrible disease is a huge number for our country. A person if they were in the hospital probably died alone, surely without any family with them. This pandemic just goes on and on with no end in sight. Even though vaccines are being approved, I have no confidence I will get a shot any time soon. We have been staying locked up in our house trying to keep up our spirits, putting one foot in front of the other with one day being pretty much like the last. Half the country thinks Covid is a hoax or if it exists, it is not so bad, following trump’s lead. Half the country thinks to wear a mask is interfering with their freedom following trump’s lead. Our country feels meaner and more fearful than ever before. Times are growing darker. I seek hope and want hopeful days.
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