Rainy Day Blues

It's been raining for the last two days here in Maine. Not a nice rain, but a driving, hard, bitter, punishing, ceaseless downpour. An ugly rain. So ugly that I had to bring in all my potted plants because they were getting pummeled by the elements.  Some of the more fragile among them may not make it. Adding to the general unpleasantness our power went out and I was forced to eat an entire bag of guacamole flavored corn chips just to maintain any sense of calm. Now I am totally nauseous.

This is all merely annoying when compared to the latest news from Chicago, where gang members keep killing other gang members and occasionally there is collateral damage, like yesterday when a 10-year-old girl died inside her apartment after being shot in the head by someone outside. Also, a year-old baby was killed in a car when a stray bullet entered the vehicle being driven by his mother. Sadly, all these deaths occurred in black neighborhoods. I wonder -- do those Black Lives Matter? Not much on the news about all that, I guess because it cannot be blamed on Donald Trump.

And then of course there is Covid-19, which seems to be getting worse every day. The "experts" say we ain't seen nothing yet. Are these the End Times? They'd better be; I cannot keep eating this way.