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You might be curious about our coronavirus experience. It's now been three weeks since we were infected.

Here's how it went for us. We caught the virus from a friend, at a dinner party for four people. It took three days before I started feeling real symptoms, and Deb five. I had a fever for one day, and felt pretty rotten for two days, resting in bed. For about five total days symptoms were about like a bad cold.

Since then, we've both experienced a lingering cough and some congestion. It has lingered longer than either of us would like.

The word on the street now is that covid is here to stay, and it will circulate like other colds: that is to say, more in the winter but not exclusively, and you might catch it several times a year.

This will lead to certain segments of our population permanently taking precautions: no indoor dining, masked plays, etc.

Two weeks after our initial infection, we were both still faintly positive, although we felt fine. The state guidelines say you're ok to go out without a mask ten days after the onset of symptoms, if you haven't had a fever in 48 hours. We were going to wait until we had a negative result, but we ran out of tests.

Then we got invited to see Blondie!

And, well, fingers crossed all around. We don't think we were infectious. We were praying that we had boosted immunity, because reinfection is a thing.

Blondie was ok, but it was really exhilarating to be part of a crowd. 

Guys, I put out a new book a couple weeks ago. It's called See The Future. It's a collection of illustrated essays about the future in front of our faces. It's an ebook, because that's the future. And it's an easy, hopefully fun, read. Except for the depressing parts.

What's aggressive? Three days rather than two.

I have to agree. 

And now, the deluge...

Screencraps expressing my utter dismay at our continued utter dismay at our national two party play acting of democracy.

Have you heard of the Robbers Cave experiment?

Researchers managed to turn a collection of complete strangers into two groups who hated each other. 

They took twenty two kids to a summer camp. They divided the kids into two groups of eleven, and kept them apart. Each group had several days of bonding experiences. 

They then brought the two groups together for a series of competitions. And orchestrated some conflict, like delaying one team from arriving at a picnic, and letting the other team eat all the food.

In short order, the two teams hated each other. They raided each other's camps, burning their opponents flags.

The moral of the story is, random people can be turned into rabid haters with a little propaganda, bonding, competition, and resource hording.

It's basically a blueprint for modern America.

And a great parable, huh?

Remember it the next time you're spouting off about libtards or trumpers.

We're being played.

All of us.

All the time.

Like this big question: could the diety all of astrology is named after, could she ever have been, uh, you know, a star?

(Uh, her name is literally "A star.")

Thanks for following that. If you could.

See you next time.