The dead are bushed an' stoned to keep 'em safe below
Rabbit, rabbit! I am having a great deal of difficulty with my state continuing to reopen as our delta cases spike. I was obliged to be inside two buildings for purposes of errands this afternoon and while I appreciated that more masks were in evidence than not, it did not make me feel as safe(r; safe as an absolute has been out of the question for some time now) as it might have even a month ago. I was just about the only person wearing a mask on the street. Somerville is recommending indoor masking, but not requiring it; Massachusetts as a whole has not reinstated the mask order it rescinded in May. We are officially no longer in a state of emergency. Please ignore the rates of community transmission blooming red across the map. It feels a bit like living in that blown-off splinter of reality in Diana Wynne Jones' Witch Week (1982), except I don't think there's much chance of merging into a healthier worldline. As of this week, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch has returned to work in person. At least he is mostly interacting with dust.
spatch has returned to work in person. At least he is mostly interacting with dust.
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Right? I can't believe I am looking back with any approval on the 2020 portion of this plague, but at least I felt that my immediate surroundings were more or less aligned with reality. Nope. We are just going to continue to behave as though the statute of limitations on dying from a pandemic expires naturally after a year and ignore the multiplying mutations. Governor Baker hasn't gotten sick.
That is an awful lot of dust!
The multiple utilities of the N95!