Very strange times…
There’s a lot of fear out there right now.
There’s also a lot of arrogance.
I’m not sure which one is correct really.
You pick things up…
…but you wash your hands BEFORE AND AFTER you pick those things up.
I don’t have a clue as to when this “new” normal will become the “old” normal. Estimates range the range of ranges. Days, weeks, months… everyone knows and no one knows.
Lives will be lost. Lives will be ruined. Lives will start over.
I’ve stopped using phrases like, “I wish we could go back…” because, we can’t. Even my fantasies aren’t safe from reality.
I still hope though.
Maybe hope is a fantasy too… but I’m trying to keep reality away from that one for now.
Maybe hope is arrogance. Maybe hope is motivation. Maybe hope is a religion with no deity.
Maybe I should just shut up and be thankful for the days when the happy moments outnumber the sad, angry or hopeless moments. Even if it’s one more…
Maybe I should just shut up and draw the squirrel… the embodiment of fear and arrogance that smells like peanut butter and has a big fluffy tail. He’s probably a little hope too…
