New Year, Same Old, 30 & 31. Grey Day.
It's another dreary wet Sunday. Yesterday, at least we could see the sun between showers. But today, another front is going by, after Justine yesterday left monster waves along the north coast, and the dark mist has converged upon us, leaving us even more isolated. Too many times, the weather colors the mood, and today isn't much of an exception. Today marks a year since the very first case of Covid was detected in Spain, and the contagion in our township has gone up again, to 50 infected. Portugal has closed its border with Spain. The admittance to ICU's in all of Spain has gone up exponentially, as has other hospital admittance for Covid. The vaccination has slowed down, and numerous stories of people who know people getting shots ahead of time, abound. Pandemic fatigue is beginning to show, with people either going paranoid about getting sick, or giving up, or denying a pandemic even exists. Regional politicians play petty games, too, at the cost of the population. Cata