Well I answered my own question with the title of this little ditty about Jack and Diane … two American kids … Huh? What? Wait a minute?
The week between Christmas and the New Year was all a blurrrrrrrr. I’m flummoxed, gobsmacked, and any other assorted varieties of taken aback. <gasp> I’ve got a flat tire.
I need a routine dammit! Something that pulls me out of my headspace which is dark and dreary as of late. I need more vitamin D3! Apparently that will save me … if I believe every fool thing that I read and I do … usually … which is why I’m often confused.
Despite being double jabbed and boosted, I’m certain omicron is in my near future. I still wear a mask when I’m out but I think my only surety is to lock down and I haven’t exactly done that. While I may be judicious about where I go, one can never be too careful.
Others in the household have to go about their daily lives too. B for example has to take his mother to her doctor Monday. He could bring anything home with him. But she cannot be left rotting away, poor lady needs help. Her foot is mangled from diabetic/kidney complications. She no longer walks. Her pain is constant. I’m no doctor but if they recommend amputating, I wouldn’t be surprised. And she’s quite depressed, understandably.
So, with that I think we should all just go into hibernation. Head in the sand, ostrich time! Wake us up when it’s over won’t ya?
As always, more to come.