Woke up with a headache and nosebleed (don't know if it's the leukemia, a cold, or breakthrough covid). I shoveled a path through 18" new snow from my front door to the wheel rut down the middle of my street (they'll prolly plow it eventually). I hiked to the pharmacy at noon to pick up meds for a shut-in neighbor, but it was shuttered and the parking lot not plowed yet. The supermarket was open, but only the owner was there. He said he couldn't get anybody to come to work. I met 2 Pashtun brothers there who arrived from Afghanistan last month. One spoke a little English. They were goggle-eyed looking at fresh produce, said they're looking for jobs, gonna get a drivers license, waiting on health insurance so their 6 kids can get their shots to start school. Living the American dream.
I'm gonna crank up the snowblower and clear the driveway, then deliver groceries on foot to African kids. I mentored the mom since she was a troubled teen.
After I finish this ganja tea...