Continuing Covid Related Drama

 So Dr. Barry and I were talking about the Plague last week. Could he ever have predicted that our country's divided politics would devolve into a science versus medieval mindset and action among our citizens? No -- he could not have.

But it continues, this pandemic of the unvaccinated. The divide has cost me a friendship, with the arrogant idiot Rob, and it may cost me more. As to Rob, though, last night I got an email from a fellow long time friend of his, who moved to Virginia recently with her husband. She told me she had cut him off, too -- long ago realizing he was just a shallow, dumb, attention seeking fool, who truly cared for no one else. His conduct at the party just confirmed it. So maybe Rob would have had to have gone, irrespective.

And then there's Steve -- a Right leaning, not too bright fellow. He avoided the jab, though his job brings him into the public each day. Sure enough, he got Covid, and ended up passing it to his houseguest, another friend named John. He was calling to ask if any of my doctor friends prescribed the "quinine thing." No, they did not. And John told me his faith in Jesus would see him through. Oh boy.

Hopefully we're going to follow England's experience, where the Delta died down even faster than it surged. If that comes to pass, I may actually get to attend some beloved tailgate parties this Fall. If not -- it'll be TV again for my beloved Canes games.

We're supposed to take a Full Squad vacation Thursday -- down to Ocean Reef, in Key Largo. It's an exclusive private club, and they have a hotel there only open to guests of residents...plus. The plus is D1, who is adjunct staff there, and so got us in. We're set to head down, and my nephew of another mother Josh is coming to house and dog sit FOUR dogs.

But there's a wrinkle: storm brewing off in the Caribbean. It may become Tropical Storm Fred, and may head to the Keys. If Fred comes, we won't, obviously. We ought to find out tomorrow.

Talk of this of course brings back reminiscences of past Full Squad trips. We planned one the Fall before D2 and Jonathan were engaged -- a Fall trip up to the Hudson Valley.

D1 and Joey and Wifey and I flew up to LGA, rented a SUV, and fetched D2 and Jonathan in the West Village. Alas, the weekend weather was autumn in NY awful -- freezing rain. But the hotel was still a lovely place, Mohonk, and we ate and drank and played old fashioned games like air hockey in the rec room. And we DID get one hike in -- up to an observation tower on the hotel's gorgeous grounds -- before returning to the fireplace with muddy shoes.

This would be the first Full Squad Plus family vacation. The Plus is of course the gorgeous grandson. Hopefully it comes to pass.

In the meantime, we're keeping a lower profile. Wifey especially fears getting the dread virus -- her doc reminded her her stroke left her squarely in the high risk category. Ain't nobody got time for that!

But whatever the outcome -- the friend landscape has and will change. I guess it's inevitable when you try to practice intellectual diversity among your friends -- you eventually realize you need to drop the dunces.