Paul came by yesterday to walk me in the local school park. Unlike most times, he treated me like a plague victim and refused to come close to me and masked hard. The idea that Paul would social distance for a known cold THAT LIKELY ORIGINATED IN HIS HOUSEHOLD but not an unknown virus which any person might present to you at random makes me once again wonder how any human being actually assesses a threat well enough to survive three whole days, let alone 72 years, which Paul is coming up on this month. He’s certainly had his share of close calls, and I alas was there for some of them.
All this time I was thinking three layers of cloth – that you can’t see any strong light through – was sufficient to protect one, but then I see some research from India basically saying that cloth masks are useless. I think that one layer of woven cotton cloth is cosmetic, two is useful and three is protective. BUT apparently since reuseable home-made masks don’t fit in with the goals of capitalism just go ahead and buy ones…. heavy heavy sigh. PPE quality masks are beyond the reach of most people in India, and three layer woven cloth masks are better than nothing, and definitely easier on the wallet, at least if you have laundry facilities. I just don’t believe this study, other work in Europa and US points a completely different way.
Anti maskers, some of whom harassed health care workers, showed up at City Hall in Vancouver in quite some numbers this week. Go to r/vancouver if you want to see personal accounts of people observing the Demonstration of the Disease Boosters. Oh Darwin we beseech thee! toss these mofos into the sun.
I have a hundred hits and ten kudos and one comment on my new story. Given that it’s very short and doesn’t have a lot of tags I’m happy. This one is also entirely NOT porny, it’s M/M (two AMAB (assigned male at birth)) supernatural (impossible beings and events not currently checked into the Reality Hotel) romance (also impossible but somewhat more likely) with an HEA (happy ever after).
I had no pain and no desire to cough when I rose this morning and the instant I bent over to load the dishwasher that was the end of THAT happy state of affairs. I now snerk and snork like something lurking in a cave.
Adventure of English rewatch – Tyndale was a boss, y’all.
Gawd. I think I’ll have chocolate ice cream for breakfast and then at least one nice thing will happen to me today.