Buzzkill

I actually felt pretty optimistic when I woke up this morning. Wrote the cheeriest blog I can remember in some time about the country turning the corner or flattening the curve, I forget which now. Went out and fixed a couple broken sprinklers before things got too hot. Then two or three different people emailed to tell me that there was a new bigger badder meaner corona virus mutation discovered by the guys at Los Alamos. All previous optimism vanished in a poof and I was once again confronted with dark thoughts of disaster and despoil. Guess we are toast. Spent an hour tor two trying to fix a loan application on the SBA site. But I kept getting an error message. When I called they said I should try Internet Explorer which is a real tough chore on a Mac but neither Opera, Firefox, Chrome, Safari will now work on the government website. But never fear, they have their best people on it. A steady stream of politicians are now chiming in daily about the importance of opening things up and the inevitability of a bunch of people dying for the motherland like it's their patriotic duty. Christie, Trunk, Patrick, Abbott, they are all pitching this line, sensitivity and empathy of hard bitten actuaries. Still hard for me to buy in. But I also know people who are dying on the vine waiting for this thing to open up too, not like I have any answers either. Leslie told me that the keyboard player from one of the best british new wave bands succumbed to the illness, Dave Greenfield of the Stranglers, shame.