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Today is day zero. One thousand three hundred four days from March 16th, 2020, the last time I went into the office for a full day.
I am starting a calendar system. I haven’t decided what to call it yet.
Various reports continue of general plague (my term for all ongoing health ailments) and pestilence persisting, along with war atrocities. However, my current geography has allowed for a lull, and life continues as if nothing has happened, though I do not leave my apartment much.
The only marked difference I note as I stay sequestered in my apartment is that sirens in this town are now plentiful through the day, where none existed before, but say for once a week or a few times a month.
I can also note increased homelessness in the general surrounding towns and panhandling.
A panhandler was at the front of my local market over the summer. Only there for a blink, but I can assure you that has never happened here before in all the time that I have lived here, which is defacto, all my life.
There are tales of long covid, vaccine injuries, food shortages, and war in the Middle East (an ongoing theme).
New themes are the rapidly declining health of the world population, increased ecological damage, food, and drug and material shortages, pending or…
