atheism for lent, day 16: covid edition, pt. 1

Well, after avoiding the plague like the plague for the 2 years and 51 weeks since it showed up in Oklahoma City, my family and I finally succumbed. The 10yo showed her first symptoms March 3rd, the husband his March 6th, and I mine yesterday. GOOD TIMES.

Mask up.

Vax up.

Covid ain’t over.

I can’t predict what this bodes for my AfL’23. Today I’ve felt too exhausted and my head has hurt too much to do anything. As fate would have it, today’s reflection is a listen of the piece 4’33” (“four thirty-three”) by John Cage. It requires very little rumination or explication from me. An easy listen, so to speak. Ha ha. Google it and give it a go if you have no clue what I’m talking about.

All I’ll say in response to it is that I first “heard” the piece twenty-some years ago when my musician husband introduced me to it. I thought it was weird. I love it. I still think it’s weird. I still love it. It’s a way to be the music without having to be a musician. Everybody gets to perform. And in performing this piece, everybody’s equally skilled and gifted.

It’s just the kind of unifying experience we all need.

XOXO (through a mask, from inside quarantine)