Everything's Weird

I know it's August, but part of my brain is still in March.
This COVID crap is weird, unnerving, and unreal.

Our lives are strangely intertwined, even though we don't
know each other. It's crazy how a few germs could have
so much power. It's even hard to find the products to keep
ourselves safe from the germs. And COVID has stolen
so many of what used to be normal moments. We have to
wear masks to save our lives and others. And our jobs are
either gone or so changed by CDC regulations that it feels
like a new job position. Some kids are in school, and some
are still homeschooling. Some parents can work, and others
have to stay home to be teachers and protectors of their 

children.

We also have protestors in the streets, trying to get justice
for multiple crimes committed against blacks. And unfor-

tunately, there are also disruptors causing violence, destroy-

ing property, and endangering lives. And if that wasn't 

enough, the government can't figure out how to help people

properly...and there's a change shortage. I'm getting really 

tired of rounding up my purchases. Can't these businesses 

round down?

I don't usually rant, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who's

frustrated. Writing is therapy for me, and I also like to take 

pictures, draw, and read. I'm feeling better now...I think I'll

go outside and get some sunshine. That's the only thing that 

hasn't changed.