We’re All Going to Die!

Ha! Made you look.

And who can blame you with all the scary news of viruses gone wild. Everything is in flux, the markets are tanking, and as always, in any situation that stirs fear and panic, a run on toilet paper.

What’s an average, statistically speaking, fellow to do?

Already the governor of our fair state is threatening to shut down society-I think I have that right, but in these days of saying what you want without the need for facts means I don’t have do any research. Which means the real dystopian future is Netflix and ramen. It’s like being back in college. I think. When I went, it was at night and I was also working, so I may not be the most applicable example, but you know.

I did, however, look into the statistical data that was presented by one of our local hospital systems-they sent out a blurb for us freaked out patients-that presented the updated numbers and reiterated the obvious: stay home if you’re sick-it’s still cold and flu season-wash your hands, and keep your fingers off your face, so you don’t rub your eyes or pick your nose or suck your thumb.

Though you can if you wash your hands first.

All perfectly reasonable and doable and like all good Americans something we should be doing anyway because it’s cold and flu season.

Until we’re forced to stay home under threat of… (I don’t know, don’t the cops have enough to do?) quarantine, there’s still time to take advantage of there being so few people out there enjoying the sumptuous bounty of the American enterprise system. Here in the beautiful Northwest and epicenter of the viral spread in America, it’s actually pleasant to drive again, which it hasn’t been for some time, like years! It reminds me of time immemorial when you could get around in a reasonable amount of time. On a recent saturday afternoon, without the benefit of the express lanes being open southbound, we drove from Kenmore to SeaTac in 40 minutes. That’s unheard of on a nice Saturday afternoon.

There was no waiting at the restaurant-we had time on our hands because our dancing event for the weekend was rescheduled to a more hopeful time in the near future-nor was it empty aside from us.

There are people out and about, just not so many.

If this is how the world ends, it seems rather anticlimactic.

Could just be me.

Stay safe, wash your hands, and I hear the ZZ Top doc is pretty good.

©2020 David William Pearce.

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