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Plague diaries, Day 180

Wednesday evening. Statistically speaking, some conspiracy theories must be true, but which ones?

I took most of today off: even though it doesn’t feel like it, the year is coming to an end, and I’ve got a giant pile of personal time to use up. After what happened yesterday, that seemed like a fine idea. (I still logged on for two hours to help, but that’s just some background workaholism.)

I’ve finally caught up on my laundry, even though it took three loads. It’s been at least 37 days, and even my reuse/reduce/recycle attitude could only take me so far. Funny thing about a self-imposed lockdown: when you don’t have to go outside, you end up using a lot less clothing – or put much less wear and tear on your work clothes, in any case. The mere act of putting on socks to leave the house is a bit of a special occasion, an unusual sensation that once was common, a Pavlovian trigger followed by setting out into the potentially infected populace.

During the big grocery run yesterday, I finally acquired a pair of 3-volt batteries for my smart scale: so rare and hard to find and, I suspect, overpriced. Weighed myself for the first time in months… I might have been too stingy with ye olde caloric intake, because I’m down to just 157 lbs, which is a bit below average for a 6’2″ guy. No wonder doing daily pushups brought about a small change: literally anything would. Well, at least now I know the “before” stats for when I finish reading that fitness book.

In covid news: Bob Woodward’s new book is coming out soon. He has tapes: Trump had agreed to be recorded, so what follows is not hearsay. As early as February 7th, Trump told Woodward that covid was dangerous and deadly. In March, Trump said he’s intentionally downplaying the severity of the virus. That was six months ago. Hundreds of thousands died while he insisted the virus would magically disappear, while he mocked masks, while he pontificated on the efficiency of injecting yourself with cleaning products.

Bob Woodward is no angel, either: he sat on those revelations for months, saving them for his book. It’s hard to say how much would’ve changed if he’d released those tapes right after recording them, but surely at least someone would’ve been convinced. At least one town would’ve enacted stricter measures, at least one family would’ve started wearing masks. At least one life would’ve been saved. No profit is worth that. If Trump’s criminal negligence and deliberate withholding of vital information resulted in all those deaths, then Woodward is at the very least an accomplice.

And so there we have it, folks. The president of the United States of America spent months deliberately lying about a deadly virus, killing (by the official count) 190,000 Americans, with just as many deaths expected by the end of the year. If you tried going back in time and warning people about this exact scenario (even just a year ago, when we’d already normalized the idea of Donald Trump as president), you would’ve been called mad – and likely would’ve gotten institutionalized for good measure. Maybe that’s why we never encounter time travelers from the future. Maybe they’ve always been here, but their disturbing shouted warnings about bizarre catastrophes have always been dismissed as random detritus of damaged minds.

This is somewhat covid-related: the US west coast is on fire. There are apocalyptic-looking pictures and videos of hellish red sky, of dense and ash-filled air. The wildfires aren’t everywhere, but it seems like every area from Arizona and all the way to Washington is affected. My mom lives just south of Seattle. Some small towns to the east of her have already been evacuated. That’s the new future, with bigger wildfires and hotter summers every single year. It certainly doesn’t help that all the displaced people will likely be stuck together, and there’s high potential for even more covid clusters…

These types of natural disasters were among several reasons I moved to Canada – and to the east coast of Canada, at that. I wonder how different my life would’ve been if my work transfer to Australia had gone through in early 2018. If I hadn’t done so poorly on my interview, I would’ve been there when the entire continent caught on fire in early 2020. (I know, it seems strange that all of that happened just a few months ago.) If not for my failed speech check, I would’ve lived in the country that’ll be hit the hardest by the global warming, as opposed to the Great White North, which will also get hit, but not as soon, and hopefully not as hard…

I’m still asking my US relatives if they’d like to move to Canada and join me here. Who knows, if I keep asking, maybe someday they’ll make that mental leap and join me after all. One can only hope, eh?

Plague diaries, Day 179

Tuesday night. Some people say you shouldn’t shop when you’re hungry. I say they should mind their own goddamn business.

Taco Tuesdays got rescued when I found a “make your own taco” kit at a local grocery store. (Maybe I’m just not looking hard enough, but there’s a distinct shortage of hard tacos in Canadian stores.) This is an actual kit with a little bag of spice and a little bag of sauce, and it may well be the whitest thing I’ve ever bought. Nonetheless, it was pretty damn delicious. I needed it after today…

Unfortunately, I’m too professional to go into detail, but today at work it was, as kids say, a clusterfuck. (Do kids still say that? I hope kids still say that.) It was sufficiently bad that I’m taking most of tomorrow off just out of general principle. Alas, I still need to log on for a quick call in the middle of the day, but aside from that – woot! Partial freedom. I can’t help but wonder if I would’ve reacted as strongly had I received 72 hours of uninterrupted rest but nah, most likely not.

Nonetheless, I munched on some tacos and I’m pretty close to draining my strategic cider supply, so life is good, sort of. Not the best stress relief mechanism, I know, I know, but I’m working with what I’ve got. Oy vey.

In covid news: there was an unusual development in the AstraZeneca/Oxford vaccine phase-3 study. One of the volunteers in the UK suffered a serious adverse reaction. The testing has been put on hold. There’s no news on what exactly happened or how bad that was, but good on them for choosing safety over speed.

Allegedly – and it’s unclear how true that report was – large pharmaceutical companies aren’t too keen on Trump’s plan to just fast-track a random vaccine right before the election, phase-3 studies be damned. Looks like some lawyers and perhaps even some common sense took precedence over the prospect of profits. Of course, if that’s true, that just means some smaller, scrappier, less ethically challenged company will provide something that may or may not be a vaccine. After all, it’s pretty clear now that the White House has an answer in need of a question: all that matters to them is getting something – anything at all – to package and roll out as an easy win, as an October surprise, as a miracle cure that might do nothing at all, or might do terrible harm, none of which will matter as long as it provides that much-needed jump in the polls.

Not for the first time, nor the tenth, I really, really hope I’m wrong…

Plague diaries, Day 178

Monday night. Well, it took a three-day weekend, some tears, and a lot of 3D Tetris with my car’s layout, but we got it done: I’ve helped xgf pack up and move back in with her parents. She’s over an hour of highway driving away from me now: for all intents and purposes, there goes my last social connection. No bueno. Distinct lack of bueno, if I may be so forthright and honest with y’all.

Upside: Skype still exists, and I’ll be able to relax from work a whole lot more without having to brave the homicidal Toronto traffic every weekend. Downside: things are gonna get awfully monotone. I can just imagine myself saying “how is this already October?!” a few weeks from now. Heh.

…I had a very disturbing dream about something bad that will happen on November 16th. Probably nothing. Most likely nothing. Leaving this mention here as a temporal bookmark, though.

In covid news: after that huge biker rally in Sturgis, South Dakota, the state has become the nation’s top hot spot for covid. If only literally anyone were there to warn them about that. What a strange and unpredictable world we live in, where none of the wise elders had foreseen and warned against this exact happenstance. Except that they did, and got ignored for the sake of that sweet, sweet tourism money. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. I doubt they’ll learn their lesson, though.

Meanwhile, there have been plenty of headlines of giant maskless weddings turning into covid clusters. (Well, to me any wedding with over 100 guests is a giant one; your mileage may vary.) Some of the weddings got linked to clusters with hundreds of new infections, as well as a handful of deaths. The worst part? Those who died had caught covid secondhand from the wedding guests, so they hadn’t even gotten to try the wedding cake.

I can’t tell if every single person who attended maskless weddings was completely misguided about the risk they were taking, or if a small but vocal plurality convinced them to throw caution to the wind. Guess we’ll never know. Even as we get into the colder months, and even as we’re about to get yet another wave of covid, unfortunately we should probably expect more of the same: giant social functions that party extra-hard to strengthen their denial of the plague. I hope the cake will be worth it, and I hope there’s enough for everyone to take home and share with those who will partake in their viral loads…

Plague diaries, Day 177

Sunday night. No Sunday sundaes today – xgf’s move back to her parents’ place has turned out to be more complicated than hitherto anticipated. It’ll be a three-day project (hopefully not a longer one), so there’s that. The upside is that I’ve managed to score eight hours of sleep two nights in a row. I think the last time that happened was during my big roadtrip vacation in July. (It feels so long ago now…)

Treated myself to a Tim Hortons breakfast this morning. (For all y’all yanks reading this – imagine the nicest fast food chain you’ve ever been to (okay, maybe not as nice as In’N’Out) and add a huge selection of 99-cent donuts. Then you’ll get Tim Hortons.) I haven’t actually been inside one of their franchises in about four months: it’s been exclusively drive-through. Sorry to say that things have gone south. The cashier had her mask underneath her nose. (Though there was a thick plexiglass barrier between us.) One of my fellow fast food fans wasn’t wearing a mask at all. There was a government printout hanging on the wall, stating your name and email may be recorded for potential tracing purposes – but no one asked me. I understand that folks get the pandemic fatigue, but jeez… At least try to go through the motions, folks.

In personal news… I’m doing what I do best – time-traveling by ignoring the present and daydreaming about the future. At some point, around roughly day 260, it will be 2021, a whole new year. I’m already daydreaming and brainstorming (dreamstorming?) different plans and far-out scenarios for different things I can do. They range from rather realistic to utter fiction, but hey, gotta have a hobby, right? April 2021 will be a very interesting month for me…

In covid news: Mexico isn’t doing so well. Parts of the country have run out of death certificates, leading to a million new ones getting printed and distributed. Just that scenario alone – vital state bureaucracy running out of death certificates – is horrifying and creepy and unimaginable as all hell. It’s hard to gauge the exact covid death toll due to poor testing or ambiguous death causes or what have you. Even so, by the official count, Mexico has the fourth-highest death toll in the world – behind the US, Brazil, and India. As far as I know, though, none of the above had to do an urgent order on death certificates, and… I’ve got no words. That’s simply horrifying. I wish them well, but it looks like there are some very deeply entrenched systemic factors in place: not just obesity or shoddy healthcare, but the inefficient government as well. I wish them well, for what little that may be worth.

Plague diaries, Day 176

Saturday morning – a rare and collectible example of yours truly blogging before noon. Slept just a bit over eight hours, and it feels so strange: relaxing yet groggy. Objectively, I know I’d be better off if I got this much sleep every night, but after decades of getting by on six (or fewer) hours of sleep, that’s really quite unimaginable. (Consider how strange your life would be if you had two extra fingers on each hand. It’s a bit like that.) But then again, maybe if/when I eventually hit my early retirement…

I have fond memories of my year of funemployment – after I graduated from UNR but before I had to get a ground-level warehouse job with Amazon. There was some hustling, there were some gigs, there were some unwise financial decisions (the only time in my life I maxed out a credit card), but there was also riding a bicycle through the deserted desert streets of Reno after midnight, and staying up till 4am in a cozy papasan chair with a pot of coffee and a bag of locally baked donuts and some detective novels… That was as close to being off the grid as an unemployed college grad could get in the middle of recession. Someday, I hope to return to that simplicity.

In covid news: I didn’t think of this at first (since I’m deliberately avoiding people and all), but most everyone else will be partying during this three-day weekend, especially in the US. There may well be a spike in cases, some more clusters, etc. A barbecue to die for, eh?..

And now, time to slither out of bed, check on my impromptu chili in the slowcooker, then drive to the bank, and then spend the rest of the day helping xgf pack up and move… Yay variety. Have a fun but safe weekend, y’all.

Plague diaries, Day 175

Friday night, whoop whoop. This is supposed to be a three-day weekend, but between a) helping xgf move on Saturday and Sunday, and b) a work call I accidentally scheduled for Monday morning, it’ll be more of a weird, extended, not-quite-relaxy interlude than anything else.

The landlords’ 16-year-old son is apparently staying with his older sister, who lives a few miles away. Still not sure what all the shouting was about recently, but hey – looks like at least someone figured something out. Sometimes damage control is the only option when you can’t quite put things back together.

At the risk of sounding more flaky than I usually am – got yet another new hobby! Decided to step up my exercise game with some actual structure, for once. I stayed up somewhat late last night, reading different arguments for and against pre-recorded workout routines like P90, P90X, P90X3 (someone definitely ran out of imagination on that one), Insanity, etc. A stray comment led me to “Bigger Leaner Stronger” by Mike Matthews. Seems to be rooted in science and common sense, unlike a lot of other products I’ve seen. It’ll be interesting to see how far this takes me. So far, I’ve enjoyed the opening chapters defining key nutritional concepts in very plain language. (I used to know most of this, but that was so long ago.)

It’s occurred to me that I enjoy hobbies with immediate, tangible outcomes more than the more abstract ones… Learning French as opposed to learning how to draw. Working out and cooking as opposed to, well, most other things. The hardest part – and I already know this much about myself – will be forcing myself to get eight hours of sleep each night. I’ve accomplished a lot of fairly impressive things in my life, but getting that much sleep is something I’ve never been able to do. We’ll see how that plays out.

And speaking of patience, stocks are being weird again. The market is being even more irrational than usual, going up and down by as much as 2-3% per day. Interestingly, my risky stocks are finally going back up while all that is happening. Carnival Corporation, one of the major cruise ship companies, will resume its cruises this Sunday – though from Europe, not from the US. A few of their competitors announced plans to start cruising again in 2021. Cue fun, fanfare, festivities, and a spike in stock prices. It took almost exactly three months, but my portfolio is now back at the high level it’d hit before the market crashed in early June. I’m about to hit another significant financial threshold – might pop that 3-month-old bottle of champagne next week at long last. Macabre, I know, celebrating something while the world is in such a horrid state… But one must celebrate something, eh? Can’t be all doom and gloom all the time: there’ll be time enough for that later.

Speaking of which, in covid news – there’s a new and scary model from the University of Washington’s Institute for Health Metrics and Evaluation. The model states that the US covid death toll could reach 410,000 by the end of the year, and possibly as high as 620,000 if the government decides to go with the herd immunity model and let everyone get sick. If there’s one thing about this pandemic, it’s that it exceeded everyone’s most pessimistic estimates, making fools of pundits and professional prognosticators. The combined US death toll in WW2 was 418,500 – and that was enough to leave a permanent mark on the nation’s history. It’s possible that that figure will be exceeded in just about four months… I don’t even know what to say. That number is even more difficult to imagine than the current ~200,000 deaths. I hope it doesn’t come to that, but it seems like hope is all that’s left in terms of options…

Plague diaries, Day 174

Thursday night. Aside from work, I spent the day reading escapist, far-out science fiction and enjoying my Thirsty Thursday. Both were helpful distractions from, you know, the whole pandemic and “the end of the world as we know it” thing. (Is it vertical integration when they attach a tiny bottle of whiskey to a six-pack of cider as a free sample?)

Gave an hour-long and mostly impromptu presentation at work today. So strange to be surrounded by so many newbies. I don’t expect this to result in any material benefit for me (dreaming is dangerous) but it makes for a fine distraction from the routine, if only for a bit.

One of the commenters on the political blog I follow recently made a post about making the most of this pandemic: exercising, improving their diet, meditating, etc. Good for them – we’d all benefit from doing more of the same. They also mentioned the Yale Happiness Course which, in addition to being the most popular course in Yale’s history, also happens to be free for regular folk. (Though if you give them $49, they’ll send you a certificate confirming that you’re certifiably happy. Heh.) I’m curious about it, but also thinking of saving it for a rainy day. Neither happy nor unhappy right now – just going through the motions.

…a while back, I sifted through all the copyright-free old-timey literature on the topic of happiness: ancient philosophers, some classic writers, even a poem by some random schoolgirl in the 19th century US. I combined all of that in an e-book: “50 shades of yay: great thinkers on happiness.” Gotta be honest: I had to really scrape the bottom of the public domain barrel to find even 50 pieces on the nature of happiness. Of all the e-books I published during my graphomania stage, that one was my favourite – and, of course, the least commercially successful. Figures, eh? I might end up running a giveaway… Hmm. (And no, if you’re wondering, the act of researching and reading those things did not make me happy afterwards. The upside of the couple of crappy years that followed was that they inspired me to come up with an awesome 5-year-plan that should come to fruition next November.)

In covid news: we really do live in the stupidest timeline. Forget the civil unrest due to horrifying police brutality, forget the blatant sabotage of the US Postal Service, forget the 200,000 or so covid deaths – no, the biggest scandal right now is the so-called “Salon-gate.” Allegedly, Nancy Pelosi (the House of Representatives speaker) got invited to a hair salon. There’s security video footage of Pelosi walking around inside without a mask. That goes against San Francisco’s restrictions against indoor services. Now the footage is being played more or less non-stop on the conservative media and even at the White House. Did Pelosi fall for the most blatant bait ever? Yup. Did she react unwisely when she demanded an apology from the salon owner? You bet. Is this being covered about 1,000 times more than the maskless gatherings by Republican politicians? Absolutely.

Anyone reading about this pandemic in the future won’t be able to understand the sheer cynicism of the media – or the constant manipulation, the metaphorical dangling of shiny objects to distract people from real disasters unfolding all around them. (Doesn’t help that a lot of people in the US hate powerful women.) I wonder if your average American who doesn’t follow the news closely thinks the virus is completely gone. It feels as if the fact that over 1,000 Americans die of covid every single day has gotten normalized, accepted, swept under the rug. Bizarre, coming from the country that embarked on a Forever War after 3,000 people got killed on 9/11.

…I have to keep reminding myself that that’s no longer my country.

Plague diaries, Day 173

Wednesday evening. Just a couple more days, and it’ll be the Labour Day weekend. I’ll be spending most of it helping xgf move to her parents’ place in a different suburb of Toronto, since most of her friends don’t have either cars or muscle, and her parents are worse than useless. Hey, beats sitting inside and killing video game zombies, right?

I keep reminding me how good I have it: healthy, employed, got some prospects, and my job is better than some, even within the company. All that while millions are sick, over a thousand die every day, there are ~30 million unemployed Americans (almost as many as there are Canadians!), and some of my coworkers are working absolutely ridiculous hours while I try to log off at 5pm sharp or shortly after. (Whereupon I just switch to another device. Heh.)

Really, it’s only the creature comforts that I miss: eating at my favourite Egyptian restaurant, going to an occasional movie or a museum, going to meet-ups to have some no-strings-attached socializing… I’m not doing as well as I would have in the world without covid, but I have it so, so much better than other people. Got lots of privilege to check, eh?

Meanwhile, the “exercise for cider” regimen is going remarkably well. I took a rather long break from daily workouts (oh, about 150 days or so), and even before the pandemic, I’d go to the gym after work but skip it on weekends. This could well be the placebo effect, but I’m starting to both feel and see the difference. Who knows, maybe I’ll emerge from this pandemic as one of those annoying suddenly-buff people after all.

In covid news, I hate being right. What’s the male version of Cassandra? Cassio? Cassandro? Alecassandro? I’ve mentioned this idea here a few times before, and looks like I got it right. The New York Times obtained the CDC documents instructing public health officials to get ready to distribute an as-yet-undetermined covid vaccine by late October. Late October is just before November 3rd, aka the election day in the US. That right there would be a sufficient October surprise to suddenly boost Trump’s approval rating just before the big day. They’re not even hiding the manipulation… It’ll take the CDC decades to wash off the political stink after all the ways it’s jeopardized public health for political purposes of those in power.

The really interesting question is what exactly they’ll be injecting. Fauci just said that if the stage three results are sufficiently good, it might be okay to fast-track a vaccine to get it to the masses sooner. If things get far too rushed, there are three possible outcomes: a) the October vaccine will be legitimately good or useful; b) it’ll be mostly inert, not doing much one way or another; c) it’ll be worse than useless, resulting in bad side effects. In scenarios b and c, giving people false hope and the false sense of security will backfire enormously, in terms of both the public health and the public policy – but that won’t matter after the PR campaign gets you elected. (Putting my Cassandra hat back on, I imagine a photo op at the White House, with a photogenic person getting jabbed with a syringe. Cue applause, banners, and a 20% bump in the approval rating.)

On the other hand, the CDC has just announced a moratorium on evictions for folks making less than $99K per year. The move is highly unusual, with the official justification being the CDC director’s authority to “take measures that are reasonably necessary to mitigate the spread of communicable disease.” It’s pretty funny that the CDC refused to comment why it hadn’t used the same awesome power to enact a nationwide mask order. The upside here is that millions of people won’t get evicted. (Or that it’ll be much more difficult to evict them now.) The downside is that the moratorium will only last through the end of December: this isn’t an amnesty, and all the rent will be due right away. In a way, this is a political ticking bomb. If Democrats win the election in November, this will explode in their faces right when they take over in January.

There are no good guys here, nor bad. It’s all just lots of grey.

Plague diaries, Day 172

Tuesday evening. Well, at least this was different. (Famous last words, eh?) Something relatively critical blew up at work because there had been too much attrition and brain drain in the past few months. I spent two hours figuring it out and cobbling together a crude manual hack, but that was a mere symptom. I sense there’ll be more attrition in the near future, and no, I don’t mean yours truly.

Been thinking about The Walking Dead lately. There’s a character to which I relate far more than any others: Eugene Porter, the resident scientist and brainiac, but also the person most likely to run away and choose safety over any degree of danger. Things are opening up, and my warehouse never did close, but I’m way more comfortable here, in my man-cave, not taking any chances. I strongly suspect my coworkers who still have to show up every day (hard to manage people remotely, eh) gently make fun of me behind my back, but meh. Canada might get only 300 cases per day (though there was a spike of 1,008 cases yesterday), but that’s still far more likely than winning the lottery. I’m fine right where I am. Likewise on the meta level at work, where my seniority is pretty uncanny, if only because most everyone else has succumbed to stress, received a better offer or, in some cases, retired and sailed off into the sunset. Patience, stubbornness, and thorough risk assessment will win the day.

Today’s Taco Tuesday was tremendously tasty.

In covid news: something I never considered, having been lucky enough to have no health conditions (yay Russian peasant genes!) is the impact the border closure has on Americans who buy their medicine in Canada. (I’m privileged, I know.) Because of the existing policy and price inequalities, an awful lot of Americans used to buy their prescription drugs (insulin et al) from Mexico or Canada, whichever is closer or more convenient. Well, at least on the Canadian side, that’s no longer an option. That puts millions of Americans who live within driving distance of the Canadian border in jeopardy, since they never could afford the US prices in the first place. Insulin in particular is a hot mess… The formula is out there, the original patent is free for all to use, yet it’s not a public good but something that’s priced using the so-called Hobson’s Choice: you can buy from us or you can walk. Ho hum.

There’s no reason to believe the border will reopen anytime soon. There’s even less reason to believe the American healthcare system will get better within a reasonable time horizon. I really, really don’t mean to trash-talk the US on this here blog, but this pandemic is bringing out a lot of the system’s flaws. If your country can’t survive without gratuitously ignoring its own citizens crossing foreign borders to afford life-saving medication… It’s all fun and games until a once-a-century pandemic shuts down your borders.

Plague diaries, Day 171

Monday night. It’s getting dark significantly earlier now. Sweater weather during my 52-minute march around the backyard.

I’ve finally decided to fill in a shameful blank on my geek bingo card, and bought my first novel by William Gibson. (“The Peripheral.”) The price of admission is the incredibly dense introduction, but after that it’s just pure sci-fi goodness. Gibson is an interesting character, having moved from the US to Canada just like. In his case, though, it was mostly to avoid getting drafted to Vietnam, but in the end, he chose to stay here, in the Great White North. Fun guy.

In today’s culinary adventures: I’ve used up all of my old, no-brand olive oil and popped open a bottle of the fancy Tuscany stuff that seems to have its own serial number. (Or a fancy number, in any case.) This could’ve been the good ol’ placebo effect, but the fried eggs did taste significantly better. Ahh, the exciting and breathtaking life of self-imposed lockdown.

In covid news, there’s more online chatter about one Scott Atlas, aka Trump’s newest covid advisor. Atlas has no background in immunology or epidemiology, but that didn’t stop him from becoming a frequent guest on Fox News. His preferred strategy for fighting the pandemic is herd immunity, as in getting as many people infected as possible (with the exception of himself and his loved ones, of course) to end the whole thing as soon as possible. It doesn’t help that this has no scientific basis whatsoever – it’s just fancy frontier gibberish that sounds like it might work, so here we are again: a medical problem with political patchwork solutions.

It’s pretty hard to separate US-related news from the news that affects me directly. With the election getting closer, I have to skip entire podcasts on my Alexa flash briefing because once again, that no longer applies to me. (I can’t begin to tell you how great that realization feels.) So, in Canadian covid news – the Canadian government has just struck two more vaccine deals, one with Novamax and one with Johnson and Johnson. Combined with the previous deals, that translates into enough vaccines for every Canadian. The downside is the logistics, same as always. If all goes well, that means folks will get their shots sometime in the first quarter of 2021. That means, in the best of all possible worlds, over four months from this point on. Heh… There’s a significant chance that this blog (which I’ve vowed to update daily till I get vaccinated) will get all the way to Day 365 – and beyond. The world will be unimaginably different by then…

But hey, just 4-7 more months, eh? How hard can that be, right? *knocks on wood and crosses all the toes and fingers*