Morning Pages: June 8th, 2020

Due to the coronavirus pandemic, the D.C. metro region has been in a state of lockdown. To alleviate fear and stress, my writer's group has put together a daily "morning pages" get-together on Zoom in order to touch base before starting the day. Here's some of my brief thoughts.

This rabbit is a tad more responsible than I am:

This weekend was pretty depressing. I was pretty sure the police or the military would begin using live rounds on protesters, and I think there were plans to do so, but apparently the military refused to play along. So I guess like the start of the Syrian Civil War, the President will be forced to fly in loyalist mercenaries like Wagner or Blackwater, if he wants to start his own version of Tiananmen Square. God knows, there's enough people in this country who would support that, without caring for the actual consequences of such actions. Things never go quite the way you expect. So I checked the news, hour after hour, in lieu of actually going to the protests myself (...because we still have a pandemic...), and that cratered my resolve to actually do anything productive during my weekend.

Sigh. I think this is just the beginning, things will get worse this year. USPS is scheduled to collapse around September, November will be...tricky...and we haven't even hit the second (and most likely third) waves of the pandemic yet. Not to mention the previous civil war trope the President keeps pushing for. Plenty of opportunity for chaos to rear its head.

During this time, I would really like to remain functional in my own personal duties and responsibilities. I mean, the whole point of me working by myself is so that during difficult times, I would be able to keep the lights on over my head, instead of trusting and relying on others to do so for me. I am failing in that regards, and I need to get back on track.

I switched over my monthly donation from my community church over to St. John's Episcopal Church of Washington, D.C. It's not much ($10), but I like to think I put my money where my mouth is, and they got tear gassed while offering medical assistance to the wounded and injured, so I think they better uphold Christian ideals of suffering for the vulnerable.