Back Under House Arrest day 191

A very sad day all considered. New restrictions are in place that cause no end of mental torture for everyone. I can still go to work and sit and serve idiots who wont wear masks/or wear them properly, won't social distance and treat you like muck on their boots because you ask them to step back. But I can't see my friends and family unless I catch my death sitting outside all winter. None of this makes any sense. 

And of course we will do what we are told, we always do because we are decent human beings, but there are some people who really aren't. I've highlighted them in my blogs before so I'm not going to repeat myself. 

I'm sick and tired of all this like everyone else is I know, but there is a growing despair that I am finding hard to shake, and yes I've been here before, when we were homeless, and I thought there was no hope of getting sorted. But I hung on, and things got sorted. But this doesn't even remotely seem like there is any hope of a cure, or solution. Even if eventually life does resume some version of life pre-covid the damage to the economy and to the vast populations mental state will be irreparable... I'm not religious, but maybe we are actually heading into the end of days scenario, or the coming of the great white handkerchief -HHGTTG