one's sanity is all one has, and we have to look at everything in terms of that. so they break the post office, and the schools, and the jobs, and the vote. they steal the vote maybe or declare it invalid for whatever reason. but you have to keep your sanity above all. take up arms, yes. do whatever you need to do. but keep your sanity.

the crickets are loud these days. i'm leaning in to this identity as retiree. i have a few books to write before i die. my kids are determined to not worry too much about that. they don't believe much in a disease they haven't seen. i mean, they know it's real, but that doesn't mean much to them, and they might go out and get it anyway, and there wouldn't be much i could do. we try to keep our kids safe but in the end what will keep us safe is being way out here in the mountains where covid hasn't really shown up.

so as a retiree i milk the idea that i'm very vulnerable and don't really want all this exposure. if i get through a day without going to allsup's it's a victory. i think i stepped in it today but only for a second, to see if a friend was working there. but no matter, the kids were around, infecting each other and carrying on without masks. the usual.

at nine thousand feet, maybe there's less oxygen for the little covid things to latch on to. i guess i'm counting on that. higher air, more sun, less chance for virus to spread.

listen to me, it's got so fear is one inch below my first words. it's terrible to live this way. it's hunting season - elk everywhere, deer too, hunters looking at them trying to decide when and how to break the law, that kind of thing. break the law, i say, because i think the ones i see are actually early, and the season hasn't started yet. but they're out here, in camo, with guns, and ready. whether they actually kill any, i don't know.

they need their sanity too, i guess.