Thursday, July 23, 2020

thursday, friday, whatever

The number of COVID cases across the country continues to rise, now exceeding four million known cases, and almost 144,000 deaths.

Here in NYC the people I know are still vigilante.

Our President has absolutely no idea what to do, and continues to make at best, stupid blunders, and at worst, dangerous ones.

And the everydayness of our current lives persists.

This morning I order a couple of items from Orwashers, my go-to local bakery, including a braided challah bread.




A few minutes later I get a call from Lauren with a question regarding my order. 

"Hi, we don't have the challah bread you ordered today."

"Really, why not?" (I'm thinking, could they have sold out already? It's not even 10 o'clock.)

"Well, we only carry it on Friday." (Like the website says, she's probably thinking, but is too kind to point out.)

"Yes, so?" I respond.

"Well, today's not Friday."

"It isn't?" 

"No, today is Thursday."

And of course she is right.

I'm not even that embarrassed. 

In our current world, all days are pretty much the same.

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