Some folks feel that in a few months, life will go back to normal.

Others believe the end is near. The fatalists see the whole covid-19 situation and the race riots as signs from God that the end of the time is approaching.

I want to go back to December 2019, when Kelly was here. We had such a nice visit. There was no fear connected with going out in public. Now I panic when I think about folks being close.

Living in Kings Point has always been non-stop fun. Now it’s necessary to “social distance” (at least six feet apart). No dances, no pizza party, no Kentucky Derby party, no St. Patrick’s Day event.

I think about the differences six months have made.

I am sure that life is forever changed. Call me a pessimist but I don’t think we’ll go back to the time before the virus. I’m fairly certain it’s not the end of society. God wouldn’t punish us that way.

I stay inside most of the time. I work at the Emergency Squad and sometimes grocery shop but on average I probably go out about every five days and wear a surgical mask.

I heard China may be aiming for our electrical system with an EMP attack. I hope not. We’re dealing with enough.