When circles meet, Wheel instead of legs, Another full one

Yesterday I was texting with my vball partner and buddy Randall.  I had saw on Facebook that a friend of his that he cycles with often was in the ICU with Covid 19.  He has been in there for almost a week.  When I checked in it sounded serious not only medically but potentially financially as he did not have insurance.  In the locust swarm of conflicting information with statistics and talking heads filling the public with doubt and skepticism this was like a lighthouse of reality.  Yes Covid 19 is serious.

I know people that have had the virus but up until this point none of them were affected seriously by it outside of normal flu symptoms.  This was the first time a hospitalization was in a circle that touched my circle.  I have a number of people in my FB circle that are covid naysayers, mask haters, and not coincidentally Trump supporters.  Unfortunately the covid 19 stuff is just like so many other examples of people not giving a fck about a situation that affects others, for example climate change, pay inequity, health insurance, or racism.  If the problem is not standing on their doorstep looking them squarely in the face they ignore it and declare the problem to be marginalized because if it doesn’t affect them directly in that moment, it can’t be serious.  This attitude sickens me.

The last two days I have had my One Wheel Pint in the trunk of the Tesla.  I have used it to commute from the parking garage and fitness center to the office.  Normally I am all for the extra steps that walking around the campus provide me.  However with my left knee going on a month of chronic pain I thought cutting the 1000-2000  steps I perform to get to and from those places might be beneficial for a couple days.  As you can imagine I got quite a few strange looks as I snaked around the parking garage with my backpack, lunchbox, and DD coffee in hand.

My mental list for the weekend is already teeming to the brim.  I am going to try to rent a manual sod roller from Home Depot which I will pull around the 17 pallets of grass that was laid.  Since it seems a pretty safe bet that Miguel has no intention of finishing the work I may as well spend the money I was going to pay him to rent the equipment to do it myself.