Breathing the Air of July
Readers of this Substack claim to enjoy my silly stories because they have little to do with the pressing issues of the day—of which there are many—and more all the time.
I tell you, it is sometimes a challenge to stick to my light and fluffy rule, as the pressing issues press harder and harder into our daily lives.
I’ve been pretty quiet lately because I’ve been dealing with a certain virus. Oh, you know the one. If you haven’t met it personally, you or someone you love soon will; it’s that gregarious. Currently, I know three entire families with it—from babies to grandparents—locally and around the world.
This was round two for me, although the first time was in the pre-test days of 2020, so some questioned whether I really had it then. (I did, I’m sure of it now.) I have a lot of thoughts about this virus, about the “official” response to it, about how our lives have been changed by it, and about how it’s now at the stage where it’s just kind of normal and “meh,” even though it still gets you really fucking sick.
But instead of sharing these thoughts, I’m going to load up Petunia and hit the super expensive road. Because it’s July. And July only happens once a year. And I’m happy to be here to experience it once again.
P.S. I figured out how to log back in to the dormant Petunia Chronicles on Instagram, so give it a follow if you want to see photos of July in a tiny trailer.
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