Surreal

Surreal: defined by Merriam-Webster as "marked by the intense irrational reality of a dream." Things were getting better in Wisconsin during late spring.  The economy was shut down, but we flattened the curve. 

That's all out the window now.  Since re-opening, we've doubled our daily case rate, closing in on 1000/day of positive tests.  The percentage of positives is creeping up.  It's only a matter of time before the death rate does too. 

Our governor, slapped down by the Wisconsin Supreme Court who voided his stay-at-home order, said that he doesn't have the authority to require face masks.  Then he says that he might do it anyway.  Madison imposed its own face mask order for indoor public places.  That goes into effect Monday.  Milwaukee is still thinking about it.  Here in Columbia County, the bars are open, drinks are flowing, and the band is playing "Dance Band on the Titanic."


Me?  I'm going camping with my face masks and hand sanitizer.  Who even knows what fall and winter are going to look like?

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