Insane volume. Hubs flooded. Yesterday, maybe 60 parcels. Today 200.
Everything in my working case goes out today. I cannot deliver what I do not have.
(I am a paint brush. No use slapping me upside a wall unless somebody gives me a drink at the bucket!)
Economy tanking? I don’t think so. We are going into massive debt, with shoring up those whose jobs have been eliminated. The relief checks? Lower the annual income level. I am working, qualify, but am fine without it.
It is not free money. It is our taxes. Given away.
It will need to be paid back, and then some, because we have operated on a deficit for decades.
This virus has taken so much from us. Our loved ones, our livelihoods, our confidence, our freedom. Yet, this has taken only a fraction of what the toll was from the flu in 1918. We need to buck up, batten down, or whatever cliche’ you choose, and be tough enough to do what we can every day to make life work.
There is no alternative. Scrape, dream, strive. This is war of a different kind. This is a war that we can win. And it is 3/4 won. Hang in there, friends.
Killdeer
Did I just hear Ethel Merman?