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Thursday, March 26, 2020

Amazingly enough, we are doing a small testing project next to the Interstate. I got to go out today to help record features found in the backhoe trenches. It was a nice escape from reality.



Archaeologist.

You really wouldn't know we are in a pandemic here in Tucson because the Governor refuses to shut everything down. So people are getting their hair done, getting tattoos, going to some of the Big Box stores, and all the while the coronavirus is slowly spreading. As of today there have been 577 confirmed cases and 8 deaths in Arizona. On March 9th the United States as a whole had about that number. Extrapolating, in 17 days we might expect 80,000+ infected people and over 1,000 deaths here, possibly, except Arizona has one of the lowest testing rates in the country, so it could possibly be much worse.

So I have had a friend staying at my house for a very long time. He does not believe any traditional media. New York Times is all lies. Anything on Facebook is fake.  Obsesses over conspiracy theories.  Watches hours and hours of conspiracy videos. Thinks Tulsi Gabbard and Russia are awesome. Obama was as bad as Trump. I don't think he really believes in the coronavirus, thinks it is a government lie or something.

I related a story today and he went off on me about how it wasn't true. I had had enough and yelled, "I'm tired of being mocked in my own house." And slammed the door as I walked away. Really, I cannot talk about many topics because of his comments and looks. I am so over it.

So I drove over to the Sweetwater Wetlands and walked around. Lovely ducks and loons and red-winged blackbirds singing. Matt called and we talked for a long time. That was a comfort.


Sweetwater loons.

Nothing like being trapped in your house with a "temporary" roommate during this horrible time.  So over it.





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