End of Hiatus? or End of the World?

I'm pretty good at endings. So, far I've made it through the End of Camelot 1963, the end of the Summer of Love 1968, the End of Nixon 1974, the end of the ColdWar 1989, the end of the modern world in Y2K in 1999, the end of American security 9/11/2001, the end of the Mayan calendar 2012, and now the end of the world as we know it with CoronaVille 2020.  

And now, apparently, I'm ending an 8 year hiatus from this blog. Eight years. Wow. Time flies when you are working and playing and having fun. Oh, that sounds like a good song to the tune of a childrens church song (learned while we were "doing church" as Jesus Freaks in 1972-1974--end of the church era). If you know the tune sing along...

"Working and playing and having fun,Working and playing and having fun, In the name of Jebus bites, we're playing and having fun."

Please pardon the song parody interruption, but since CoronaVille fell upon us, I've been making sure to sing every song that pops into my head as a "living life fully until I die" strategy. (Makes work meetings very interesting...but that's whole 'nother story).

Speaking of Coronaville, this is what brings me out of blog-retirement. For 163 days, we (and by we I mean the whole modern world) have been in lock-down, semi-quarantine, virus-fearing, mask-wearing, death-facing insanity. Life as we know it has been turned upside down and inside out. 

So what does a writer do during the end of the world? Well, write of course...stream their consciousness onto the page for all of the world to see, write themselves a digital legacy (which will disappear completely if an EMP strike comes, but that too is another story).

So here I am to get back to sharing my world with you until my world truly ends (or i get busy and forget to write the blog). My hope is that I will be able to share with you the end of racism, sexism, capitalism, and white supremacy--oh, and for sure the end of Qanon (or as my partner-in-crime says "low IQanon") and Trumpty-dumpty's rein of terror.

So for now, a new beginning--a new choice to blog along as we build a better world for all.  Oh yes, and a cult, definately time to start a doomsday cult. Or maybe a Zoom'sDay cult. Which brings up another song from childhood, sing along if you know it.

"We're gonna Zoom-ah, Zoom-ah, Zoom/We're gonna Zoom-ah, Zoom-ah, Zoom"