Wednesday night. Back to the old routine of celebrating Wednesday noon as the tipping point that gets me closer to the weekend. Heh.

Hard cider followed by surprise red wine with dinner (rice, sauce, ground beef, cheese, spinach), with one of our many (so very, very many) popping-rocks-infused chocolate Easter bunnies results in quite a dizzy mood. …still can’t help feeling guilty about low-key enjoying life as thousands die.

Over 60,000 dead in the US now. Early projections hadn’t expected that to happen till August. The US GDP contracted by almost 5% in Q1, yet Dow had a damn good day. I’m curious to see how Amazon’s earnings will do tomorrow. There’s a lot riding on that…

New Zealand might be the first major country to become covid-free. They played their cards right, and now they can reopen. South Australia is starting to look good too, with no new confirmed cases. Meanwhile, in the US, pundits try to argue that people over 75 are expendable, and they discover more and more nursing homes hiding dozens of bodies. Florida’s coroners have been told not to report covid-related deaths. The true death toll won’t be known till much later, when they compare the true death toll with the baseline expectation based on 2019.

Xgf is still brainstorming different living arrangements after our AirBnB ends on 5/24. She won’t end up homeless, but the surefire options she currently has are pretty bad: moving into her friend’s empty basement apartment (she doesn’t do well by herself), moving back in with her parents (that wouldn’t end well), or moving back with her 6-10 roommates, who had the cops called on them three times so far. I’ve offered my help with moving heavy things and renting a Uhaul, but there’s only so much I can do to help her move on with her life…

Stay safe, strange survivors.