111 well, I now know someone with Covid-19. two people. three, maybe.

Yesterday started out like many days of the pandemic. Take the dogs for a walk, eat breakfast, read the news.

There was news about Cov2.

This sort of scared me, because Friday night I had happy hour with six other people, outdoors, but none of us wore masks.

Me too.

And then it turns out, this story is to illuminate the unscary-but-scary new trend in spreading: visiting with someone who knows they have it.

There were some news stories I was curious to learn more about. 

So, she's asymptomatic, but getting tested regularly because she's in contact with dear leader. But, you know, testing is ridiculous because it makes us look bad.

This was the part I was looking for details about. The great coronavirus road trip 2020. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any. 

When I first read that bit of news, I imagined Deb and I on a road trip. Little car, motels, vegan friendly restaurants. That's a lot of potential exposure. Then Deb reminded me how rich they are, and private coach, professional driver, medical staff popped into my head, along with the sound of the world's smallest violin.

Speaking of violins and violence.

Aurora, Colorado managed to stay in the headlines. 

One of the cops who killed Elijah McClain got fired for taking this photo mocking the death.

And there was more news from Mt. Rushmore, where first people were pepper spayed to clear the way for dear leader's performance of patriotic propaganda. (If you can call a vile smearing of anyone left of Rush patriotic. Vitriolic is perhaps a better word.)

Meanwhile, we all learned that the guy who carved up the Black Hills and also created a confederate monument called Stone Mountain, was a member of the KKK.

These guys raised awareness of that racist history, while also reminding the country that so-called "white" nutcases aren't the only people protected under the second amendment.

And then there were more guns on display. 

As well as a fireworks display that transformed many cities into what looked like an anime war zone. We chose to see the non-stop explosions Saturday night as a joyful noise of freedom, but it was also entirely possible to see a world with a lot of explosives available on all sides.

Our first female president had fun with masks on tiktok.

And people sent out messages that she would probably agree with.

I practiced making knots.

The trucker's hitch is a fun one. Here is a picture of a white rope on a white background.

Can you see the one thing in this photo that is not white?

Deb and I took a walk up the very popular now-pedestrian-only Twin Peaks Boulevard.

I heard some fun new music.

And continued to see that some people understand the whitehead isn't the whole zit.

Then there was some really bad news.

But wait, it got worse. Much, much worse. (See headline above.)

My in-laws in Florida have Covid-19. My step-mother-in-law is hospitalized, in ok shape so far, and my octogenarian father-in-law is quarantining at home. 

Right about now is when I'm seriously hoping they are in the "just a bad flu" category.

She is a healthcare worker in a rehab facility, three patients who transferred in tested positive, and now two workers, and at least one spouse.

Fuck.

Coming tomorrow: tips on what to do if you or a loved one has been diagnosed with the novel coronavirus.