COVID-19, Day 130

One hundred and thirty days. A round number. Not that it has any significant meaning. But it’s round and a factor of 10 so the mind treats it differently.

I keep wondering about when I’ll run out of steam and stop doing these daily entries. It hasn’t been particularly hard to keep up with, but I’m slowly running out of new things to say.

It’s all just numbers, now. Climbing numbers, and creeping fascism. Not really news. Just the daily hum of the authoritarian machine picking up speed, of crowded hospital ICUs, the growing din of grief, panic, fear, and loathing.

I can’t shake the feeling that the worst is yet to come.