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Covid Metamorphoses #35 – Number

So we were talking last week, the other adult in the house and I, wondering if the reported number of Covid deaths were being kept artificially low. We live in a small enough town that we hear things from people … Continue reading

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Covid Metamorphoses #33 – Flag Update

So remember our neighbor, across the street and to the right with their insane flag of Trump astride a tank? Hold on…here it is. So I never ended up confronting him or his wife. I’ve only seen them a couple … Continue reading

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Covid Metamorphoses #30 – Facts

In the past two months, I have read–and this is just from reputable sources: The virus was able to survive in the air for six hours and on surfaces for two weeks. Now we aren’t sure if it can survive … Continue reading

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Covid Metamorphoses #19 – Wishing

I’ll just go ahead and say it. I hope Boris Johnson dies from the Coronavirus. In fact, as long as I’m wishing–and I should probably point out here that my wishes have shown zero ability to influence future events–I hope … Continue reading

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Covid Metamorphoses #17 – Flag

They moved into our neighborhood a few months ago, the house across the street and to the right. The man came and rang our doorbell to introduce himself. He and his wife had just moved here from California with their … Continue reading

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Covid Metamorphoses #14 – The Plan

Watching a clip from last night’s press conference, I kept waiting for Dr. Birx, and then Dr. Fauci, to tell me what the government was doing to help during this pandemic. They never did. Instead, they talked a lot about … Continue reading

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Coivd Metamorphoses #11 – Monster Theory

I was trying to avoid writing about the president, a preening, ignorant narcissist who craves attention the way manicured lawns crave fertilizer. I’m sick of hearing about him. I’m sick of talking about him. I’m sick of thinking about him. … Continue reading

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