Recovery Tells

My paranoia held steady with the last entry 3 days ago. I even expanded the test with a Military support site I hang out on. I've read issues of The Stars and Stripes (military propaganda publication) with more liberal articles than what present on this site. Still no spooky black, maskite driven SUV's coming up the driveway. I don't have access to **their** secret blacklists, et al. Only a certainty that I don't want to live by fear of **their** warped logics. There are still enough masks in public to keep my paranoia well stimulated, but? ? ? Plying therapy tools. . . There will always have been and always will be germaphobes ready and willing to sterilize the world. Prayers on-going that they will never be able. Yo, jerk-offs, not all microbes are evil. If your chemicals will kill a virus, they will kill an antibody. Their ready willingness to fear the unseen world (microbes) is beyond my control. Letting God lead the dance.

It looks like we're buying a passenger van today. That discussion has been on the table since the first time we tried to have dinner out with a visiting family dinner since the pre-COVID advent of our second parenting career. By law, our current vehicles only hold 5 people. Even with the crime of living by our conscience, a sixth person would be a tight squeeze. In addition, the farm operations have grown enough that we are beginning to feel the need for sheltered cargo transport. The Ford Transit passenger van we have lined up allows removal of all the rear passenger seats to create a cargo van. More important than any of that, we are planning a family road trip to the River Region to commence on June 12th. God willing and the makites don't rise, it's time to introduce the children to REAL rivers. Texans have a nasty habit of calling creeks, "Rivers." I don't wish to diminish the value of creeks, but it takes a Texan to call the Nolan River a river.