They Moved the Finish Line Friday Round-Up

No normalcy for a while, folks. Normalcy has been postponed until you’ve forgotten what it would look like. Dr. Fauci delivered this news today wearing one of his trademark button down shirts. He is an extremely fine old man, if you ask me. That notwithstanding, this was unwelcome news since I had been looking to spring to be out from under. A whole year plus of this weird combo of house arrest and armored excursions to the outside world suggests to me I should undertake something extraordinary but I am too dull to envision what that would be.

My hair is crazy. It’s long and all over the place, held away from my face by my big sunglasses that I even wear inside. When I wake up, the sight of myself in the mirror is shocking and I wonder why my husband isn’t laughing and pointing. But I don’t care. Fuck it. This morning, I drove my old convertible over the big bridge downtown, my hair flying all over the place and it felt great. My hair is out of control which is swell because the rest of my life is as controlled as shift change in a nuclear power plant.

I’m writing my postcards. The same three sentences to likely voters in Florida and Texas. I don’t mind this. I once had a job typing the same letter all day to food editors all over the country. A temp job, I was supposed to produce flawlessly typed letters (on an actual typewriter) with no mistakes/corrections. This was my assignment for eight hours a day/five days a week. I used to stuff my mistakes into the bottom of my purse, lugging away, on any given day, a half a ream of paper with screw-ups. “Cherries are spring,” that’s how the letter started. So, the beat goes on.

My dog, Swirl, has apparently eaten dental floss. Don’t ask me how I know.

The Wisconsin Supreme Court has halted the mailing of absentee ballots – a couple million of them – because of a challenge from the Green Party. The Green Party has no chance of winning but it has a big chance of spoiling, which is what Jill Stein did in Wisconsin in 2016. So, I hate the Green Party. I’m focusing all my white-hot rage about the state of the world on the fucking Green Party. May their myopic selves play in heavy traffic and be flattened by buses packed with masked old people going to the polls because they couldn’t vote absentee.

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