Today is the first day of the rest of my journal. Trying to write about the Screaming 20's is just a bit difficult without a memory. Therefore, I will be recording snippets of my pathetic existence here. You have been warned.
2:10 AM: The doorbell rang. Cursing and snarling, I leap out of bed, lurch around trying to decide what to do next, lurch into the bathroom to don my pajama bottoms and head for the stairs. Zan has beaten me to the door. The dogs are both standing behind him, barking frantically. From the doorway, I hear Zan say, "I don't know where Archdale is. Now go away. Don't knock again."And he closed the door.
I stood at the bottom of the stairs, processing this. Someone rang our doorbell at 2:10 AM to ask where Archdale is. This is vaguely familiar to me. From the top of the stairs, Susan says, "Archdale? It's two blocks down the road." Zan sidles past me, headed back up the stairs, saying something about the "long-haired old hippie" he had just talked to. Adrenaline is beginning to peak now. Thinking slowly re-engages. 2:10 AM. An elderly man has asked for help at our door. We turned him away.
Excuses offer themselves unbidden. COVID-19 figures in each.
Jesus would look like an old hippie. We turned him away.
The roar in my ears fades out into chill silence. He's still out there, somewhere. I could get dressed and tell him where Archdale. But I probably couldn't find him. And he might have COVID-19. And he rang the doorbell at 2:10 AM. Why would he do that?
He must've been confused by our sign...
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COVID-19 Statistics for yesterday:
US
Total Cases: 3,291,786
Total Deaths: 136,671
New Cases: 71,787
New Deaths: 849
Texas
Total Cases: 251,076
Total Deaths: 3,150
New Cases: 10,063
New Deaths: 106
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