The only bummer for us, Americans that is, about the date written as 4/20/2020, is that for the Europeans it’s 20/4/2020. It isn’t quite a palindrome, but it’s cool. Score 1 for European date format!
Yesterday’s sunset didn’t have the thunderheads dissipating in the distance, but it was still cool.
These sunset photos from the roof of the garage reminds me of being trapped after Hurricane Harvey almost three years ago now. Same garage roof. Same feeling, same reality, same sense of being trapped.
Meanwhile, in never never land, we continued to march towards some depressing milestones today.
Soon, more Americans will have died in the first six months of 2020 from the Coronavirus, over 40k American souls to date and counting, and we will soon surpass those who died in the Vietnam war (58k.)
We’re not there yet, but that’s the course we are on. And our leaders continue to seemingly not grasp the situation.
Yet Trump insisted after his trawl for personal credit: “It’s not about me. Nothing is about me.”
This came on the day when US deaths from the pandemic topped 40,000 and raced upwards, though Trump claimed he had saved a million lives through his leadership — despite taking several months to recognize the magnitude of the unfolding disaster.
For perspective, my Father fought in Vietnam. He served his country. He lost friends to combat and more were MIA.