An early COVID-era event.
Last night, my husband, also a physician, spent a bit of time downstairs, rummaging through forgotten knick knacks for goggles or eye protection of some sort.
Can you imagine wearing home-made protection at work?
He then came back up to where we were gathered, carrying exhibit A, below.
I tried to process this info.
Fact was, my husband, a grown man, had resorted to wearing a child’s swim goggle from 5 years back.
It was becoming unclear to me whether I should be laughing (at the ridiculousness of the situation) or crying (at the sad state of affairs to which we’ve arrived).
I posted my thoughts to Twitter.
There, one can literally spew random thoughts like this “out loud”, in a succinct 280 characters.
Then, you can follow it up – repeatedly – with 280 characters more. Because 280 is the limit of a single tweet!
No one on Twitter can walk away.