Mom’s decreed that unless I get vaxxed, I am not allowed in her presence. Oh well. If Mom dies and goes to hell during this awful chinkpox crisis… I think I can trust myself to have enough tact and decorum not to do the Happy Dance - but no guarantees, HAR HAR HAR!
Life and death are are real crap shoot these days. 40 years from now our kids are going to read about us in history class and wonder what in hell got into us.
Can you imagine trying to explain it to them…?