The last few nights I’ve been thinking I’d really like to get this Covid thing going around. Physically I consider myself to be quite healthy and there are basically three outcomes at the ripe age of 63. 1. My expiration date would be found soon. 2. I’d get sick, I’d get over it like the countless other millions out there. 3. I’d get it and not be aware that I had ever had it. Any of those three would suit me just fine and any of those three would assure me of one thing. I wouldn’t have to wonder about anything anymore.

There was an old saying. ‘Kill em all, let God sort them out!’ I’m finding the statement rather hard to argue with at the moment. But with a twist. Infect us all and God, you’re going to be a busy dude for awhile.

I’m not at all afraid of dying, I’m very frightened of the thought of not living though and lately, living has felt much more like survival.

One way or the other, I need to get an answer. Either is acceptable and you’ll not hear me complain. Just an answer, just an outcome please.