In My Easter Bunker

I've been checking the news to see if the fundamentalists have been carrying out their stated plan to gather in large groups for Easter services, but the big story is that congregations have found alternatives to attending services in church buildings. I guess the prospect of being fined shuts these blowhards up. Fundamentalism is dangerous, and it's not just the Evangelicals who are handling the COVID-19 pandemic badly.

It's here where I note that Easter is perhaps my favorite holiday, mainly because it signals the start of 'springy' Spring, the start of genuinely nice weather, the rebirth of the world as daffodils and tulips come into bloom. There's also all that chocolate... Today was a bit of a bust- a graveyard shift at work, a quick supermarket trip (the frozen vegetable section had been stripped bare, as if by vegan piranhas, except for stuff like okra), and the assembly of a big pot of half-assed chicken gizzard-and-chorizo gumbo (spoiler: I love okra). Mom called, and I texted back and forth for a while with a bunch of people, but it was an odd, odd Easter in my Easter bonnet bunker.