Since I have been for real sleeping on this all week, I might as well get cracking on it before the sun goes down. We had the Spring Equinox yesterday in case you missed it. It’s the closest our planet gets to the sun and there’s an equal twelves hours of day and night all over the world. We also set our clocks forward, for some reason, and it always catches people out bad, again for some reason. Anyhow, Spring is great in Mississippi when it’s not pissing down rain.
In any event, let’s get to it. There wasn’t much notable from the Gibberish this week. As I hinted earlier, I’ve been bad to put too much time into my afternoon nap and have been fuzzy in the brain. The shootings in Atlanta and the cultural fallout have, naturally, commanded my attention. We’re already to the “what about Chicago” portion of the discourse.
I actually missed deadline Saturday, which is the first time I’ve ever done that. I’m not sure what to think about that. I know if I ever give myself a day off for whatever reason, I’ll start finding more reasons to take days off, especially in my current funk.
Moving on, the city of Miami instituted a curfew last night after being overrun with Spring Breakers. They got pretty rowdy, we’re told, with fights springing up here and there. The impression I’m getting is they were braced for a rowdy crowd but not one that’d get that rowdy. I’m not exactly sure why they thought that, as Spring Break is always pretty rowdy and these kids have spent most of the last year cooped up being told how their youth’s being taken away from them.
This is happening while we’re not only seeing Joe Biden’s goal of a million vaccinations by May met but also new strains of COVID-19 popping up, some of which are possibly proving resistant to the vaccine. That’s how these things work. Each year, the flu vaccine changes a little bit because each year the virus that causes the flu changes a little bit. That’s why you have to get one every year.
So far – knock on wood – Mississippi’s been relatively lucky with these new strains and vaccinations. We haven’t got back to pre-Big Freeze levels of infections and deaths and it was announced earlier this week that everyone over 16 could get a shot. Unfortunately, the South African variant has popped up here and that’s one of the ones that are being unfazed by vaccination, and the experts are strongly encouraging people to not abandon masks or social distancing.
This isn’t how it’s going to work out, of course, but we as a culture lost that battle sometime last Fall. Maybe I’m cynical – shut up – but I see this much the same way I see the gun control debate. For whatever reason, common sense and compassion have not only lost but also been ground into a fine powder, so the rest of us better watch our asses to be on the safe side.
So there’s your week and there’s your weekend. I’m in far too foul a mood to contemplate What It All Means with a clear head and nothing I have to say will be helpful. In any event, we’ve got one more full weekend left in the month of March and I have just over a fortnight left in my 45th year. I’m set up to have my own shot not long after my birthday so hopefully I can use it to get out on the road. I’m in bad need of it.
Dear Y'all 