Tuesday Newsday

Again? Already? Wasn’t it just Tuesday last week? I am beginning to think The ‘Rona goes after Time as much as the lungs. When I was a teen, I used to write (mostly really bad) scifi stories, and I had one where a guy in a post-apocalyptic wasteland (gather round, young’uns: back in the 80s “post-apocalypse” meant “after the nuclear strikes”) was was in possession of the last timepiece with accurate time on it. He was transporting it across the wastes to a science compound. He kept thinking everyone was out to get him. But no one cared what time or day it was. They just wanted either human contact or his booze. Oh my god. I’m a prophet.

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