Mail Call-ed Off

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

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Alas, no mention was made of COVID.

Like many of our neighbors, mail delivery has become erratic these last several weeks. As is the case with pretty much everything, the culprit is the pandemic.

COVID has quite a rap sheet:

• Supply chain issues

• Delayed learning in schools

• Increased drug usage/overdoses

• More gun violence

• Rampant road rage/plane rage/mask rage

• Widespread depression

• Rising number of suicides

• Absence of empathy

I'm not sure that COVID caused all of these conditions. I suspect it just chafed away the wafer-thin layer of civility that used to coat the surface of our society. 

But today, I'm going to look for some good news. Much like the nightly newscast, why not end on a happy note? 

So here are some upbeat thoughts to start the day:

• It's the weekend.

• I can have a Stella Artois tonight.

• COVID seems to be settling down for the time being.

• The sun is out today.

• I heard birdsong in my backyard this week.

• Daylight is getting longer – sunset is now post-6 pm.

• Mr. Ginley and I were able to get out of bed this morning.

In conclusion, I reprise a quote, the last words from the move The Tall T. 

After shooting up all the bad guys, Randolph Scott turns to a sobbing Maureen O'Sullivan and quips, “C'mon now, it's gonna be a nice day.”