Holy Crap…


I am feeling very anxious.

Since Agent Orange entered stage right, life is a shit show.

I don’t know if I have ever felt this vulnerable.

My husband is always positive, but others close to me are feeling apprehensive.

I appear to be in the death zone group for those susceptible to the Coronavirus.

Do you mingle with humanity beyond going to the grocery show?

Is the gym safe?

Do I continue my MSNBC addiction or go cold turkey?

Can my blood pressure cope with any more Agent Orange tweets?!

It appears we are at the crossroads of a health and financial pandemic.

The stock market is plunging along with my savings.

Is Humpty Trumpty’s golf handicap plummeting along with the stock market or have all the hours spent golfing reaping rewards?

During the chaos and deaths he spent last weekend golfing and relaxing.

Who knew that my retail therapy obsessions would not be in the pursuit of Gucci and Chanel, but Purell  hand sanitizer and Clorox wipes.

I like being in control and it sure seems that a lot of living is beyond mere mortals grasp.

The United States’ senior pilot is drunk with power, obsessed with elements that have nothing to do with Americans maintaining confidence in their government and not panicking or completely freaking out from the spread of the Coronavirus and its’ domino effect.

Strap yourself in… it looks like we are in for a bumpy ride and I am not sure if anyone responsible is piloting the plane.

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