I am starting to lose track of time. Is it week seven of lockdown? There about. I guess it’s time to have some reflection, some meditation on where we at, where we going,
If I still remember correctly, the purpose of lockdown, quarantine, #stayathome… was to flatten the curve, so that the hospitals wouldn’t be overrun with COVID patients. Looking at the worldmeters graphs, mission accomplished. Or is it? We have what, 3 million confirmed cases? Long way to go to 40-70% of population getting this bug.
If I do some stupid math, we flattened the curve at let’s say 100,000 cases per day. So how long will it take to get to 70% of world population catching this bug at this rate of infection to get to those herd immunity numbers. Roughly 54,000 days (147 years). But the thing is, the Earth’s population is growing faster than the number of cases each day. Can we ever achieve heard immunity then? This is going nowhere. This is not very profitable mediation.
Some good thing did come of this lockdown, though. I spent 95 hours on my bicycle in the past forty days. I turned half of my backyard into a garden, potatoes, tomatoes, peas, beans… starred to sprout. I got up to date with Ozark. And, and, and Venezuelans give me hope, if they have time to protest over food shortages, and still have enough money to
invest in stocks, then DOW 80,000 here we come.
Not much nudity in this season of Ozark.
Lisa Emery’s sex scene. You can check it out at
Mr. Skin. While there, you can also check out
Madison Thompson in a bikini.
