I'm tired, James. Tired of the incessant reminders that one of the leading causes of death for humanity is hubris. And I very much doubt I'm the only one. I wonder how this collective exhaustion can be turned into something of value especially when poor decisions cause the deaths of our best and brightest.
I had an elderly friend tell me today that she and her husband aren't vaccinated because her husband doesn't trust mRNA and is waiting for Novavax - which may not become available in my state in Oz. My Bloke's colleague argued with him today stating the false representation that more vaccinated people are dying with covid than unvaccinated. All his colleagues are tripled vaxxed except her. All this in a remote community with a tiny health service with only one ventilator. I worry that my friend's husband's ego will kill her and my Bloke's colleague's egotistical idiocy will cause serious harm or kill others. I don't need social media to make me tired. Take care.
I was in 4th grade in Illinois when a classmate known for pranks told me about the explosion. I went from not believing him, to not wanting to believe him, in about five seconds.
It is a mixture of sadness, nausea, and anger that rises in me every time I read an article about, or see a replay of, that launch. FU NASA.
I'm tired, James. Tired of the incessant reminders that one of the leading causes of death for humanity is hubris. And I very much doubt I'm the only one. I wonder how this collective exhaustion can be turned into something of value especially when poor decisions cause the deaths of our best and brightest.
Yeah I’m tired too. I just need to stay off social media.
I had an elderly friend tell me today that she and her husband aren't vaccinated because her husband doesn't trust mRNA and is waiting for Novavax - which may not become available in my state in Oz. My Bloke's colleague argued with him today stating the false representation that more vaccinated people are dying with covid than unvaccinated. All his colleagues are tripled vaxxed except her. All this in a remote community with a tiny health service with only one ventilator. I worry that my friend's husband's ego will kill her and my Bloke's colleague's egotistical idiocy will cause serious harm or kill others. I don't need social media to make me tired. Take care.
I was in 4th grade in Illinois when a classmate known for pranks told me about the explosion. I went from not believing him, to not wanting to believe him, in about five seconds.
It is a mixture of sadness, nausea, and anger that rises in me every time I read an article about, or see a replay of, that launch. FU NASA.