The Greatest Years of Our Lives— Part 6
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A lot of talk about reopening is going around. DC is scheduled to begin in mid may, just a couple of weeks from now. Everyone seems to be getting weary. The euphoria of society-wide consensus is wearing off, and it is no longer taboo to weigh the pain of the virus against the economic pain of the response. The jobless rate blew through 20% last week, and stories of difficulty filing for unemployment have surfaced, leading to questions of whether the economic pain is much worse than we think. Meanwhile the major stock indices are now above where they started the year, and there is some optimism among the bankrupt giant corporations that the “small business loans” may continue in perpetuity. So… everything is fine.
You got kicked out of a CVS for not having a mask on. You exchange puzzles with your friends who are wary of petting your dog. Your sense of smell has fully returned and you don’t know anybody who knows anybody who has died from the virus.
There are rumors from North Korea. Nobody has seen Kim Jong Un in weeks. Japanese press reports he’s in a vegetative state. China says they are here to help. South Korea licks its lips.
Of course if you weren’t paying close attention, you might have missed it in the news. Trump does nightly battle with the liberal media — and succeeds in keeping all eyes on himself.
You continue to improve the house. You build a flower box to cover the rough masonry, you make a stone path in the back, you smile every time you see the backsplash you put into the kitchen, currently you are waiting for a plumber to come unclog the kitchen sink after spending a couple hours of your own opening pipes and exploring the many smells of sewage.
You’re starting to make music again.
The dog is happy.