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  • Writer's pictureSam Baker

Day 13 isolation

Flowers Descending

Today is Tuesday.

The name Tuesday From Wiki:

The English name is derived fromOld EnglishTiwesdæg and Middle EnglishTewesday,meaning "Tīw's Day", the day of Tiw orTýr, the god ofsingle combat, and law and justice inNorse mythology. Tiw was equated with Mars in the interpretatio germanica, and the name of the day is a translation of Latindies Martis.

So Tuesday is a war name. And law. And Justice.

The days run together in isolation It is a strange thing. To have (by necessity) no place to go. It is a lot like when I had surgeries. The enforced down time. The days that ran together. Where Tuesday had no more meaning than Thursday. One of those if 6 turned out to be 9 kind of things.

I read too much news. It is gloomy. I am sad for the suffering. Worried about so many. Instablity is always present. Bad ideas flourish. One of my public officials in Texas suggested that old people should die so the economy gets better. Or maybe he said there is a rich bounty on the scalps of old people. And that bounty will create an economic boom. I can't remember. That is all so yesterday.

That is one of the especially bad ideas. A remarkable piece of instability.

It will likely get worse More crazy. More unstable.

I focus on isolating well. Checking on people. Lliving in gratitude for the front line. Nurses, Docs, Truck drivers, grocery store people, utility people. everybody showing up They are remarkable. I am grateful too for those who stay out of the way. Who isolate. Who hunker quietly. Helping where the can.

doing no harm.

Flowers descending. Photograph


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