the ocean

I went to a socially distanced baby shower this morning. It was outside and we all wore masks and stood six feet apart. There was no communal food or drink. And there were little personalized bottles of hand sanitizer for everyone. It was of course a bit uncanny, but I had a nice time. I got to chat with some people I haven't seen in ages without feeling like I was risking life and limb to do so. And I had coordinated my mask with my outfit, so that's nice. Plus, I'm supporting the propagation of the human species, which is likely necessary, even if at times poorly executed.

I would say that perhaps this is a glimpse of things to come, but with the bad weather coming in Chicago, I'm afraid the glimpse I'm currently getting of my living room is a more likely prophecy. I don't see gathering in a park to fete the unborn when its twenty below. And no matter what that church in Texas tells you about their miracle air cleaning system, Dr. Fauci is unlikely to sign off on mass indoor gatherings any time soon.

So my hope returns to the pharmaceutical companies, who have time and again shown themselves to be great innovators when there's a potential profit in it. If they could take on the successfully take on the scourge of reluctant boners at $15 a pill, I'm betting they can come up with a shot that prevents this virus without making your teeth fall out or anything. I mean, capitalism has never failed us before, right?