"Procession of comedians"
By Jean-Baptiste Joseph Pater.
The 17th century had many plagues
wars and horrors.
Yet they still knew how to have a good time.
Wednesday, January 5, 2022
"...Happy"
Given 2021/2020.
We should hold off saying anything "Happy" about 2022 for a few months then see. Otherwise drink heavily, and real sleep late.
So many dreams horrors, and wonders in Brownian motion.
I’m not sure if I dreamed this or did it, however: Once upon a time.
I took my dark matter pocket watch tapped in June 1956 CE, Queens. This to my aunt Agnes’s house. I walked a familiar block. Went to her side window. There she was with my then toddler cousin Henry. How I miss them and that far away world. I stood for a moment. Watched as they lived their lives. Quiet so precious. Walked on.
Lightning bugs. There were fireflies in and about the lawns, and hedges. These vanished in the 21st century. A Dairy Queen. Then new to the City. Think Starbucks with ice cream. I had a Sherbert cone and chatted with the lone clerk.
He asked about how I was dressed. I said I was from 2021. Came to look up family. Clerks see everything so wasn’t surprised. I said “…for me they all passed long ago.” Said he was sorry. Wanted to know if we went to the moon. I said yes …Mars too. He nodded. He was cool.
I paid with a 2018-dollar bill. Pressed recall shimmered neon blue. Poof …gone.
As I was telling my friend Louise Berry. Symptoms feel strange. Nothing in my sensory data base like it. Still, I'm resting thinking wondering sleeping. They say even for those my age, and with my assorted co-morbidities there's no serious danger. Being Vaxed to bits mostly insures this. Been thinking of my mortality during this whole thing. Have been near death so many times in my life. Illness violence accidents. I walked into a shooting about a month ago. A deranged guy fired ten rounds into a crowd ...and missed all of us. The quality of Brooklyn maniacs is disgraceful these days. Literally just ducked a bullet...now COVID. Curiouser and curiouser. Otherwise, I'm fine. Loves ya. Look after yourselves. This will pass.
Well, this shit should be interesting.
My Covid Journals it seems are not over.
There I was collecting them to put away.
Still more entries to come.
Of which this is one.
Symptoms mild for now.
Like a bad cold.
Omicron settles in the upper throat.
Unlike the others that go for the lungs.
There's a choking sensation.
As if fingers are pinching.
Other than assorted pains and flu/cold symptoms.
Some fever. That's it so far.
Well, I do sleep all day, and night.
Dizzy and I'm nuts.
But then I was anyway.
Still no idea how I was infected.
It's profoundly infectious and airborne.
So it literally could be anything.
I want ice cream.
It goes down so easy.
It gets around that choking thing.
Stay tuned.
"...Double or Nothing"
I took the second Covid test.
This from the kit.
Still a winner.
Tested positive once more.
A Very happy 2022 to all.
Even me.
Btw that's an F7F my fav WW2 Navy bird.
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