Another day, another mask and a missed chat

It was a rainy, drizzly, chilly day today. I made masks all morning, caught up most of that work, actually, and never got to have my Google Hangouts chat with my daughter in law. That's OK, though, she was hanging out with C and I have no problem with that. The masks I rushed to make never got picked up, but they will be tomorrow.

I thought I could spend an hour or two a day on each of multiple tasks and get more done, but I am not so sure now. I seem to get more done by focusing on one project a day.

We had tuna steaks for dinner, thanks to R for buying them and to T for preparing them. Fresh broccoli topped off that meal, and a can of beets.

Another Zoom meeting coming up tomorrow evening, WET legislative/advocacy committee.

Today the bungler in chief said he was fine with having tens of thousands of additional Americans die in order to get the economy started up again (ie lifting restrictions). The problem with that is it makes the actual recovery of the country, of society, that much longer

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