The Come-Back, Day 21. Mourning for the American Project.
Today dawned cloudy, after low clouds moved in from the sea yesterday evening. The weather is changing. Next week will be cooler and we might get some rain. Summer is over. For now. The news on the virus is mixed. The national deaths are now in the single digits, and new infections are below two hundred. But, since people prefer to follow their own comfort, we won't be rid of it any time soon. I fear that, as soon as inter-provincial transit is allowed, infections will start to go up. I don't know if borders will be opened in July. And, if they are, will people still want to travel to a foreign country where they might get infected, however low the infection rate may be? One place few will go is the United States. The country is imploding, it seems. I remember reading about revolts that happened around the time I was born. But there were leaders with cooler heads then, even if one of the results was Nixon's election. Now, there's a buffoon with a trigger-happy Twitt...