Ric is taking advantage of warm weather and stripping the deck. I am inside, fighting an insomnia induced hangover, trying to complete tasks with two ranting dogs underfoot. They want to be outside; I want to be in bed. Ric just wants to get the job done. In the background, Andrew Cuomo is telling people to be tough, keep going. I thank him for the encouragement.
Such interesting times. Shops in town opened this week. I feel the urge to go, and then catch myself, weighing the risk. Nothing has changed really. There is still no vaccination or cure, and my chronic illness persists.
“My neighbours have different people over every night,” my daughter tells me. “They are sitting outside, but still.”
Like us, she is being highly vigilant. She’s had the virus and knows the potential harm. She’s waiting on the science.
“Risk, reward,” Cuomo is saying. “The judgment is yours, but weigh the risk-reward.”
The pressure washer now drowns him out. The dogs have settled down. I turn my thoughts to my stomach. There’s homemade soup in the fridge and leftover pizza in the freezer. The pizza appeals, but the soup would be better for me. Sigh.
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