She spent most of the day in a dream. Literally. She thought she would make the most of each day and even got up early to do chores in an attempt at normalcy. But the combination of the sunny midday lull mixed with the diminished effects of her morning tea resulted in a “quick” lie down that turned into a 3 hour slumber.
When she awoke a new man was speaking on the teletube. He was smaller and thinner in stature than the orange man with slightly graying slicked back hair, wearing a dark suit. He spoke in sentences, which was a pleasant change from the orange man, and she was glad she had voted for him.
Oh no.
What was he saying about schools?
The entire school year?
Several emotions swirled in her body all at once- She felt a cautious joy, anxiety, amazement,
bewilderment, and a slight amusement if parents would now be teaching their own children.
A teacher friend called her in pure hysterics. What about the students? The seniors? What about US? Will we get paid? Will we have to file for unemployment?
She attempted to calm her friend down. We have to wait until we get more information from our district, just stay calm.
But her friend had more to worry about. Her son was in close contact with a “high-risk” medical worker.
Would she even be allowed to visit her elderly mother? What would happen if she couldn’t?
Shit was getting real.
Everyone probably knew somebody that knew somebody that had IT. Everyone knew somebody who was at high risk.
Everyone would probably know someone who will not survive.
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