Took a wee break. Working on COVID-related client project. Sucked the wind right out of my existential sails. For a bunch of reasons. But one new reality in particular really buckled the old proverbial knees. 

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Learned there& #39;s a & #39;triage& #39; in place in Ontario (likely in other provinces too). Long story short: If/when hospitals reach capacity, people 50 years and over with pre-existing health conditions? They& #39;re the first to get bumped. To not get hospital treatment. Respirators. All that.

In essence, our project team& #39;s been trying to communicate to our audience - who all have underlying conditions: "Make arrangements. Get your affairs in order." Living will. That kind of stuff. 

It got ... real.

Anyway.

So. Yeah. Logged onto Twitter a few time this week.

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Saw the Scheers, Lilleys, Urbacks and Kenneys of the world making this situation political. All their trifling and positioning. Games. And lots of other folks going on and on - about who said what and who dropped which ball.

Logged off.

I hate to be grim. Prefer to find the humour in things. But, yeah. Trying to figure out a & #39;delicate& #39; way to tell a reasonably large cohort of Ontarians that if things continue to go the way they& #39;ve been going ... "Well, get your affairs in order - and enjoy the time you have"...

Sure. Go out. Get your groceries. Walk the dog. But, for goodness sake - respect what this & #39;bug& #39; could mean to a helluva lot of people out there.

And remember that matchstick analogy.

Anyway. Hoping tomorrow I& #39;ll start seeing the humour in things again.

Hope *everyone& #39;s* well.