the fog, it rolls in
like carpet spread across wood floors
tightening the space


The fog rolls in.   I feel like that - as I navigate our new-normal, watch our covid cases go up, hear about parties and people not respecting the warnings, and wonder what that means for our future. 

Will it mean a quieter existance?  Less materialistic?  Will it mean lay offs and a burdened economy?  Will anyone I know get sick?  Die?  Will we flatten the curve?

I'm not usually too anxious of a person.  But lately the pressure in my chest is tighter and more often.  I worry where I might not have before.  I'm thankful for what I have but wonder if it can be taken away from me.

What really makes me mad is the covidiots who won't listen.