Saturday night. Well, technically, Saturday ended 35 minutes ago, but nothing is truly over until you let it go. The weekly hangout with xgf didn’t end well. She thought I was minimizing her chronic pain when I mentioned that one of my friends lost the ability to drive when she developed epilepsy. (She then continued to minimize my friend’s condition by claiming that keto would fix it, even though said keto almost killed her just three months ago.) I thought she was infantilizing myself and my cowokrers when she said that anyone can handle Amazon’s high stress if they just embrace therapy. That conversation did not go well.

Two-thirds of the time, everything is fine, we go for a ride, on a hike, play some video games, etc. The other third…

Not much to say about covid today, except that the US Independence Day will just result in more clusters. From what I’ve heard, folks were barbecuing and celebrating together in very close proximity. Some of the people who decided to do that today will end up dead 2-3 weeks from now. What a strange risk/reward calculation…

Not that Canada is any better. At a grocery store where I picked some snacks for xgf earlier today, there were three types of people: mask-less employees and customers (about 50%), masked customers (the other 50%), and myself, in a mask, glasses, a face shield, and a small spray bottle of 70% alcohol in my hand. I do believe some employees might have actually recoiled in horror after seeing my outfit. Heh. The printed signs around the store claimed that all customers must be masked, but nobody actually enforced it. Just how much of our society relies on the unenforceable unwritten consensus? More than in the US, I’m sure, but still very far from perfect.

So it goes.