I guess I just have to laugh?
I think, “Oh, I really should write something today.” And then tree trimming trucks from the electric company roll up into the neighborhood.
Yay for reliable power. Boo for waaaaah, waaaaah, waaaaah, boop, boop, boop, brrrrrrrrrrrrr, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, kapow, wham, kerchoo.
What was I doing again?
Apparently the Covid pandemic is over. Maybe. Kinda sorta. Unless. Except.
I’ve not been nearly as incensed as some people the last two years over the federal government’s handling of the pandemic, although if someone could take a communications and public relations class, that’d be great. Now the asterisk on the latest guidance is “unless you are an at-risk individual or around an at-risk individual still wear a mask talk to your doctor yada yada”. When the at-risk conditions include overweight and obesity … you just checked off two-thirds of the country right there.
Okay.
So what do I do again?
Here’s a handy page where you can look up your county’s transmission level (or that of somewhere you’re traveling) under the new red-yellow-green light system. There’s also a spiffy interactive map showing most of the country is green (i.e. low transmission rate, everyone go party) and highlighting the pockets where more caution is prudent.
Except if your household is high risk do what?
I mentioned to friends about now wanting to go places and see people and do things but also not. I am saying yes to a few more social occasions. This societal PTSD has me weary, though. I expect it does for you, too. Anyone who proudly tells me they never changed their behavior at all the last two years is likely to get their heart blessed. If they have one, that is.
All that to say I think I need a coffee. Or a well-pollinated nap. Coffee can help that pollen thing. Maybe I need both.
Peace and love, all y’all.
