Lockdown Again

Honestly, there are still too many exceptions in today’s new restrictions for Washington state for my tastes (but I recognize that without federal assistance, the state can only support so much).

Stay home. Order delivery and get takeout for food. Let your hair grow out. Order the things you need from small businesses that offer delivery or curbside pickup, or from Amazon or other big retailers that will ship to you.

Travel, restaurants, haircuts, and many other things are niceties, not necessities. And they all depend on the workers who support and provide those services risking their lives to let you have those few moments of faux normality.

If you’re a worker who isn’t able to work from home, take every precaution you can. I’m sorry the federal government refuses to give you the assistance you should be getting so that you don’t have to risk yourself to cater to other people’s selfishness.

When you do have to go out, mask up. And even if you’re out on a trail or hiking and don’t think you’re close enough to anyone else to need a mask, think about those times when you can smell cigarette smoke from far away and reconsider that cavalier attitude towards aerosol transmission. Or, if you still won’t wear a mask, don’t scoff and mock those who do; they’re making the effort to protect themselves and others, and such behavior should be rewarded, not denigrated.

And yes, some of these comments are very pointed, and unapologetically so. As much as I love you all, I’ve seen far too many posts and photos and heard and read too many comments and statements that make it clear that these behaviors aren’t limited to red states, rural areas, and Republican voters.

Yes, this sucks. But death is worse.

If at all possible, stay home. When it isn’t possible, wear your masks. Stop risking the health of yourselves and others.

He knew the children had asked for “an old-fashioned Halloween”, and he’d done his best, but even he was surprised by just how spooky the ships corridors were with the lighting low and the spare EVA suits like bodies, tethered near air vents to slowly drift in the low gravity.

“It’s up to you. We gave you the clues. Now choose.”

“But the clues don’t make any sense!” He strained against the bindings holding him in place.

“If you cannot choose, then guess. But guess now.”

Trembling, he reached into one of the holes in the wall before him, and waited.

The conquest was complete. They were free to do as they wished with this planet and its insipid inhabitants. All that was left was to decide which skin suit to wear when revealing their true nature to the world. The potential donors eyed them in fear as they waited to be chosen.

He’d spent hours staring at the paper on his desk. The longer this took, the more clear it was: the most difficult part wasn’t the tubes in his arms that pumped blood into the quill in his hand, but figuring out just what to say. The former was far less painful than the latter.

The elderly woman was always at the same spot at the corner, sitting on a bench and watching people go by, and she always had a smile for him. She was so familiar that it was decades before he started to wonder that she hadn’t died—or even aged as far as he could tell.

The old house stood abandoned at the end of the street, slowly decaying as the years passed. The only signs of life were the sickly grayish weeds that would force their way up through cracks in the boards, covering and engulfing everything except the bodies seated at the table.

They had been trying for hours to get the hull plates to bind together properly as air slowly leaked out into the void of space. Something was preventing the solvents from working, and it was only a matter of time before their suit’s tanks would be their only breathable air.

The idea first proposed for early unmanned missions to Mars eventually (and somewhat surprisingly) became a standard part of manned landings. As he watched the landing pod inflate, he looked forward to another wild ride careening across a planet’s surface in a giant hamster ball.

Three cheers:

Cheers – to Kamala Harris
Cheers – to Joe Biden
Cheers – to an administration looking towards hope instead of hate