56 weeks to go

I have to fool myself 

into thinking certain things 

These days. 

I guess we all do. 

This virus has us all crazy.

And worse- the way it’s handled. 

It’s hard to imagine how we got here. 

It’s like the story of my age group. 

Not Boomers- but often called that. 

Our group doesn’t have a name. 

We didn’t go to ‘Nam. 

We were only 10 at the time. 

We didn’t even make good hippies. 

Too young for Woodstock. 

Mom and Dad didn’t come home 

from WW2 and 

Fortuitously make a baby

In 1960. That’s like 12 years too late. 

We were latchkey kids. 

Mom worked, and our babysitter 

Was the good old TV. 

No milkman with bottles. 

No Nickle-Rama Saturday 

Watching some horse show. 

We grew up seeing certain things. 

Like blended families. 

Or single parents. 

But by the time we got here

- nothing is the same. 

Nothing. 

And now with this virus. 

So 60 is the new 40. 

Time to be flexible and adaptable. 

Who knows what happens next? 

I ordered a bunch of groceries 

On line- mostly canned goods. 

I have some friends freaking out. 

I told one of them 

I was ready to do some fasting. 

She said not to worry. 

I would soon get my chance!

I don’t think she meant that kindly! 

Well now. 

That’s a sucky attitude! Lol. 

Sucky but true. 

Better check in my supply of 

Snake Juice 

Just in case.