I'm becoming a Golden Girl.

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Cod liver oil might cure COVID 19. (Hey the aliens…… you know?!)

Symptoms-----

Low-grade depression.

No one wants to read about my low -right now but I have to put it out there. In hopes of sanity.

Maybe I should have a cognitive test.

Person- Woman- Man- Camera -Tv........

“Oh my god, how did you do that?”

Dorothy would have an answer-

“Stan take out the puppet?”

My kid hates our mourning greeting which mimics her Italian grandmother’s: what do you want for dinner”?

I’ve become an Italian grandmother, Cafe Hit or Miss is up and running. I’m crazy Daisy who runs the kitchen... Aka Sophia…” picture this NYC 2020...Pandemic ….”

The groundhog day effect when waking after epic dreams turns into drawn-out days... Maybe talk to Rose. Saint Olaf would not be going through this shit except for a pig flying story...

Right now I could go for a flying pig named Gustav.

Too many reruns.

Month five. I’m tired of COPD, I’ve fallen and can’t get up and Lifelock commercials. If I wasn't depressed about racism, COVID and the emerging secret police, the caution of the side effects sell, sell, sell the cure while you kill me with the fact that every twinge I feel means I’m dying from an imagined illness would do me in.

Aging has become a spitball war as I try to dodge the spit and the ball. How did this happen? I was supposed to be a mover and shaker instead of a shaker who cannot move. Honestly, 9/11 didn't really have the effect on me that this shitstorm of COVID/Trump has on me. My bones are shook.

I look at people who fight for the right to be stupid and not wear a mask in the shadow of death and injustice and my mind flips. It literally flips. You might have heard a thud while reading this because……. I'm gobsmacked.

“Bless your heart” from Blanche.

Maybe I need to drink some cod liver oil and suck on an orange to get a purge and it’ll pass. It’s a TrininadiaN THING.

We have a big piece of …. to pass.

Too much Golden Girls.