I knew that and I still didn’t do it for two weeks.
I started cleaning today. Most of my friends posted their cleanup photos back when this all started, but I was buried in yearbook. A week after I finished I decided to clean.
It doesn’t help my stress level, but it does help me feel better.
Someone I love posted a comment on my social media I had to delete. They said they weren’t wearing masks and called wearing one social psychosis. I figure if I google that I’ll find a million instances where propaganda outlets are posting those words. It’s just a shame. Facts don’t matter. Science doesn’t matter. 54,000 dead don’t matter. It’s unreal.
I listened to a book I loved. The Southern Book Club’s Guide to Slaying Vampires. Exactly what I needed to get through the rage I feel anytime i see people in large groups without masks.
This is such a weird time. I don’t know if I’ll read through these posts later, but if I do, I hope I read all the posts.
Last thing: a Houston TV station posted people can wear bananas as masks. They obviously meant bandanas. People are having fun with it, but I’m freaking out wondering about the mess ups that will be in this year’s yearbook. The reason I’m worried: when I saw the Houston mistake, I read BANDANA. I didn’t see the mistake. 😬🙀🙈