Addendum
The parents were killed in a traffic accident, September, 2019. In February our still fragile grandfamily was seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. The light was the fast moving train to Coronaville. Full family vehicular wipe-out?

How has it been fostering children during the coronaoocalypse? Do they get bored or frustrated? Feel free to vent.

Sorry for your loss. I know it's tough on you. How has it been taking care of them? And this virus doesn't help matters either. I hope they keep themselves busy doing things.

It was sad to see how fast and cheap our liberties were sold for a patina of security. I see the Overton Window being played out now and I wonder what liberties will we next give up for security.

I am genuinely fearful to speak of the children in the current Maskite culture. My tactic has been to leave my adult emotions within my therapy support network and shield the children from as much of it as possible. When I do take them out in public, they are cowed to clinging.

The socially distanced swim lessons were a disaster. It was downright spooky about watching (from the street, of course) children in swimsuits walk past one another as if they are wearing blinders. The two elder children ran from the second lesson in full flight mode and have refused to return. Back in March, swim lessons were a cherished family outing.

Wasted away again in Coronaville. . .

Thank you for introducing me to "The Overton Window," Thor. My biology/environmental studies had me well exposed to the pandemic management theories currently being tested in Global Coronaville. Current evidence is supporting the theory that this approach will drag out for years, organically complicating as the weakened immune systems accumulate their opportunistic infections. The Overton Window looks like a solid companion study.

For what it's worth
My sunblock is a piece of cloth tossed over a straw hat. SPF infinity. I believe it will multi-purpose as a face covering. Muslim burkas are making more sense by the maskite mandate.

Our liberty doesn't come from government and that's one of the first problems that we have... people really think a politician "gives" them freedom. And I think that's one reason this has all been so upsetting. If anyone is like me, I've been way more upset about our own reaction and fear to a cold/flu virus more than the idiots who are destroying our relationships and culture etc with the lockdowns and the continuous misinformation and flat out lies. And the people go alone with it because they still have money coming in. Wait until the money really does run out. And that's where I end up panicking etc. There's lots of reasons to be anxious and depressed that's for sure. I am so sorry for all of us going through this nightmare. I never thought I would be someone looking for support groups and friends. I've never felt more alone in my life through all of this insanity, even though most people I know completely agree that it was all overdone and that there are a few evil people at the top that really do want power over people's health and bodies. It has been terrifying (for no reason... none of this had to be) and I am so sorry you are going through this. I believe we are taking good steps in reaching out. I pray we get through this stuff. I can't take much more.

Dealing with germaphobes is, perhaps, the hardest part of my work in animal husbandry and environmental remediation. Get your gooey ewies out of the work zone, germaphobe. Your ignorant fear is not helpful. Please get back to your comfort zone and let us get the job done.

Government sanctioned germaphobia hasn't altered my strictly personal stance much. Get your mask out of here. Don't expect me to agree with your chosen experts just because *you* have faith in Them. Do you even know the names of the experts you are placing your faith in?

Given the socially marginalized dynamics of a senior citizen caring for 3 young orphans (brand new 7 and younger) without cultural support, I don't know that I have ? ? ? Dunno WTF I have.

This year 4th of July has been preempted by a new flavor of Independence Day. My grieving ship of fools is truly on its own for the foreseeable future, whichever way the socially distant masses choose to distance off to. Well, mask ^it^ all. . .

Processing. . . Plying radical acceptance therapy tools.

Healing hopes for all. No exceptions.