I am fine. This is a clusterfuck, though.
I attended a well organized protest Sunday. The organizers went out the night before and drew social distancing marks on the sidewalks, insisted everyone wear masks and lined the streets with signs. No speakers, chanting or yelling.
This round of testing was set up because LAST weekend the announced an outbreak because of the douchebag college graduation party where a group of 30 people hit a bunch of bars with no social distancing or masks.
Then after the protests, ONE person tested positive—who may have been in contact with that party. So the Heath Dept contacted the organizers and issued a blanket statement that people should get tested.
There were over 1000 people protesting. They only had 300 tests. They are delivering 300 more but said that unless you came into direct contact with someone who has tested positive to self quarantine and monitor.
I hate this whole thing. There is no organization, best practices, or leadership coming from ANYWHERE.
I try to recall that English biscuits are cookies, American biscuits are scones, and English muffins are nowhere close to muffiny goodness.
My shortcake was rolled and cut and rose up flakey, so I am calling "scone." If it had no sugar, I'd call "biscuit."
They are all some sort of "short cake" in that they use baking powder, butter, flour and milk.
Now all I want is cake, dammit.
Oy, Cash. I'm sorry about the testing. Much negative~ma and cake.
A Scone Is Not a Biscuit [link]
Ah, that's a good one! (Even though I'm trying to boycott BA.)
The last scones I made had eggs in them! (In addition to cheddar and chives.)
I wonder if the Authorities theorized that of 1000 protesters, they'd only get 300 or so to show up, but it turns out that socially-conscious protesters who pay attention to things like masks and social distancing ARE going to show up to be tested.
Ugh, Cashmere. What a mess.
One of my favorite restaurants here on the island announced a couple of hours ago that they won't be reopening. I am really sad about this: I've known Alice and Lena since I moved here four years ago, and every morning for the last week I've been waking up thinking "Today? Can I walk down today, and sit outside and eat some eggs and smile at my friends?"
We've lost two other places on the main street and there will certainly be more, but this one is hard.
