Dear you,
Florida follies continue. The state is all over the place in terms of Covid-19 policy, to reopen or not to reopen, to test or not to test (and good luck getting access to one of those), to vacay-rent or not to vacay rent. But the wobbly inconsistency is nothing compared to this:
He does not know how to put a safety mask on.
He is my state’s governor.
Yet ANOTHER reason to leave Florida.
Should I stay or should I go?
Yes, yes, I swore I would never be cold again, but the civilized, purportedly intelligent north of the Mason Dixon line zone (or at least coastal Virginia/North Carolina) has got to be better than this warm comfort tinged with stupid. So, I should go!
But wait, then there is this:
“They” are everywhere. That is the now viral (sorry about that) image of Trumpies in Ohio protesting "stay home" efforts. Everywhere. With that in mind . . .
Should I stay or should I go?
Cue music.
I haven’t got a clue . . .
So, for now, I will just SAFETY DANCE my way around this perilous, silly land.
And find a way to ignore the out of state car that just checked in (with children screaming, of course) to the condo building next to mine, never mind the no-vacay-renter Covid-19 Ordinance.
No more words, for now.
Love and kisses through a mask to you; good luck!
Joyce
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