I’ve Got The Hippy Shakes

It’s 2020 and I’m exhausted

I’m so tired, I haven’t slept a wink
I’m so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drinks

It’s 2020 and I’m exhausted.

February: Coronavirus hadn’t hit the United States yet, but we knew it was coming. You stared down every person who came into your sight; wondering if they were a carrier. If someone coughed near you, you took a few steps backward. Public bathrooms were jammed with people not using the toilets, but at the sink washing their hands.

It’s 2020 and I’m exhausted.

March: Life started to shut down. Offices and schools closed. Work and education were done remotely and virtually. Zoom became the next big thing. There was a run on toilet paper. I still don’t know why. Groceries were ordered online for delivery or pick-up. It sometimes took up to two weeks to get your food.

It’s 2020 and I’m exhausted.

April: The streets were empty. I’ve never seen the highways so clear of cars during rush hours. Why should there have been traffic? We had nowhere to go.

It’s 2020 and I’m exhausted.

May: Summer vacations were officially canceled. No big deal. It wasn’t as if you could do anything once you reached your destination. Plus, how would you get there? Would you get on an airplane? Would you go on a cruise? Geoge Floyd is murdered by Minneapolis police. Peaceful protests and looting simultaneously begin throughout the country.

It’s 2020 and I’m exhausted.

June: Summer is here. Donald Trump said the virus would go away once the weather warmed up. The weather became warmer. The virus is still here. Restaurants did open for outdoor dining. When you were seated, you looked around to see how close you were from the nearest table. Trump holds an indoor rally in Tulsa. More than 100,000 signed up for tickets. 19,000 were expected. 6,000 showed up. Included in that crowd was Herman Cain. He died a few weeks later. Coronavirus.

It’s 2020 and I’m exhausted.

July: Fourth of July. The birthday of our country. Parades, parties, celebrations and fireworks are canceled…like everything else. They go on at Mount Rushmore. Trump holds a rally. Few masks are worn and there’s little social distancing. The cases of coronavirus rise in the Dakota’s. They go up more after a bike rally is held in Sturgis, South Dakota.
Professional sports began. No crowds in attendance and the NBA and NHL played all their games and lived their lives in a bubble. Major League Baseball started their season in their home parks. No bubble. It led to coronavirus breakouts for the Miami Marlins and St. Louis Cardinals. Both teams played multiple doubleheaders to get their scheduled games played. Both teams made the playoffs.

It’s 2020 and I’m exhausted.

August: Both political parties had their conventions….virtually. Trump gave his acceptance live in the White House Rose Garden. Multiple violations of the Hatch Act. Nothing new!

It’s 2020 and I’m exhausted.

September: RUTH BADER GINSBURG DIED!!

It’s 2020 and I’m exhausted.

October: Debates occur and a debate is canceled. Trump announces a replacement for RBG. He introduces her at another White House Rose Garden event. It’s another violation of the Hatch Act. Again, nothing new. Again, there are very few masks and little social distancing. It’s another super spreader event that led to positive coronavirus tests for Kellyanne Conway, Kayleigh McEnany, Mike Lee and thirty or so members of the White House staff. Oh yeah, Trump and the first lady test positive, too. Don ends up in the hospital and he’s given a series of drugs that help him get better. He says it’s a cure for coronavirus. No one really believes him. Now he’s back on the road having large rallies. More super spreader events with few masks and little social distancing. Oh yeah, almost 220,000 Americans have died from the virus. We’re not even halfway through October. Who knows what’s to come!

The election is still twenty-one days away.
2021 is still seventy-nine days away
It’s still 2020 and I’m exhausted

You’d say I’m putting you on
But it’s no joke, it’s doing me harm
You know I can’t sleep, I can’t stop my brain
You know it’s three weeks, I’m going insane
You know I’d give you everything I’ve got
For a little peace of mind

* Song lyrics from “Im So Tired”~The Beatles

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