Thirty-nine days in isolation

Song for the day: REM, “End of the World”, 1987.

It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine

It’s now been 39 days that K and I have kept to ourselves at home. It doesn’t sound like much, but it sure feels like it. I have to break that isolation today to go see my dentist (a tooth cap that has become dislodged). If it really were the end of the world, this would be the start of my steady and too-quick decline. Lack of prescription meds would be the end.

Amazingly prescient quote for the day:

“As democracy is perfected, the office of the President represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”
H.L. Mencken, 1920

Statistic for the day: Confirmed COVID-19 cases just surpassed 2,000,000 worldwide. (That means the likely true count is 4-10M cases.)

Thought for the day: Defunding the WHO during this pandemic is one of the stupidest things I’ve ever seen. Incomprehensible. Sure, insist on more results and transparency on WHO’s part, changes in governance, but dealing them a blow like this when the world is reeling from a single disease? A new low from a President who defines new lows.