Tuesday, June 1, 2020
Our county mayor is a damn imbecile, may he burn in hell. People who cannot listen to the counsel of others should never lead and now people will most definitely die. I hope what little news and food trade was worth bringing that virus into the area. Now, instead of dealing with an occasional looter, the real desperation begins. I am glad we got the root cellar finished. Our food stocks will be easier to protect. When people are dying and they are getting hungry and they are scared, that is a dangerous combination. I hope we have everything from town, because I will admit, this virus scares the living hell out of me. I don't want to lose anyone and I still want to go on breathing.
The weather finally warmed up. It has been an unusually cool spring, but then again, it would match all the other oddities in the air. The deafening silence outside without the noise pollution. The clean, tangy air, clear of the scent of the familiar smog. The growing tensions between groups of people. That is the one that is hardest for me to swallow. Over the past two weeks, the tension is almost palatable. Even with our new "friends" and neighbors, the Stanleys, there is a tension in the air that can be tasted, a distrust. Not only do they distrust you but also you can feel them measuring your worth like a sack of potatoes...MMM Potatoes, those would be so delicious right now.
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