Do we even need novel coronavirus details beyond the fact that we are still fucked? The US set a new death record yesterday with 3,580 people losing their fights with covid-19. There were around 240,000 new cases, and the number of covid-19 patients in hospital set a new high for the 11th day in a row. Eleven. Will we make it to 14 for two full weeks of daily record highs? In the time it took me to take The Family Dog out for the "business walk" she requested, an email from NBC Nightly News hit my inbox with this update:
As vaccine distribution continues around the country, the enormity of the crisis is growing: Johns Hopkins University reported a record 247,403 new cases on Wednesday, and another 3,656 Americans died of the virus in a single day, also a record. An NBC News count showed more than 17 million confirmed Covid cases and more than 368,000 deaths.
Closer to home, Virginia's numbers hold steady at too high. I have not heard that the governor plans any further tightening of restrictions. If he needs help, he can read the post I got this morning form Huffington Post listing the seven places one is most apt to contract covid-19. One's own home heads the list, though I suspect that only holds if you invite people not in your pod in. If you won't let people in, then you could always go out yourself and be exposed at a social gathering. You might be tired of cooking or picking up take-out and head to a restaurant or bar which would not be a good idea. If you think your pandemic body isn't fit to be seen in a bar, don't even think about hitting a gym or fitness center. Need to thank the gods you haven't yet gotten covid-19? A religious service is not a good place to do that. Be thankful if you're still working from home because not all workplaces are covid-free; some have free-range covid-19 lurking. Finally, you don't need any new clothes or board games. Don't even think about going into a shop or store unless vitally necessary.
As for avoiding restaurants and bars, someone asked Dr. Fauci about the first place he would go when going places was no longer dangerous. He's longing for a beer and a burger at a neighborhood bar. Yet another reason I hold him in high esteem.
If I'd won the mega-millions lottery, I would be sorely tempted to spend whatever it takes to push the button to take down one of The Lame Duck's former casinos in Atlantic City, New Jersey. The casino will be imploded in late January, and being able to push the button to start the process is being auctioned off with proceeds benefiting the Boys and Girls Club of Atlantic City.
Yesterday's forecast snow turned out to be a good, old-fashioned ice storm. I took some photos while walking with The Family Dog this morning; there was just so much beauty out there. There still is, because not a lot of it melted away during the day. We rarely see icicles here, though I well remember the ones we had in Montana which could take you out if they fell on your head. We actually had some small icicles here this morning; these were hanging from our mailbox.
Being a quilter, I like lines. I shall add this photo to my collection of photos of roads from the air, tiles, and anything else with neat angles.
As an alternative to icicles, there are coats of ice, some of which might actually offer some protection from something that isn't ice.
Finally, if you need a demonstration of how strong a thread of spider silk is, this one was strong enough to support an icicle-in-training.
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