Our governor wanted to close all the churches, but a Federal circuit court judge said they had to have the same rules for churches as for any similarly-sized facility.
We’re limited to 150, as well, but I don’t think they would actually tell us to go home if 200 showed up.
I’ll be glad to see the masks go, but what I’m afraid of is an explosion of diseases once the masks come off. That’s going to be a little difficult for me to take. It was all so senseless, in the first place.
Just as I was about ready to call it a day, the doorbell rang. It was one of the gals from church, checking up on me, and bringing me a loaf of homemade banana bread. We took a few minutes to catch up and I told her of the mold in this place and she said I should “turn them in to the government.” I probably will when I get ready to move, but I’ll tell Chuck about it once more. And then I’ll have to warn him, because I think Rocky suffers from it, too.
So. I’m outta here for the day.