David tested positive for Covid this morning, and as he turned in to bed tonight he had a 103° temperature. He says it needs to get to 104° before it's time to seek medical help. I hope he sleeps well, and that the fever begins to come down—or better, breaks. In the meantime, I feel like I'm living on borrowed time: will I succumb too? If so, when?
Sadly, this illness meant he couldn't participate in our town's No Kings demonstration, which was really well attended—they figure there were four or five thousand people. Lots of signs and applause and honking, crowds lining both sides of Del Monte Boulevard. I ran into various friends—David's oncology nurse, whom I know from wilderness rangering; my town's former mayor; another Del Rey Oaks neighbor; whale-watching captain Kate and her partner; and finally I found the people I was hoping to find, more wilderness rangers, and we hung out. It was inspiring. It felt like we were
doing something. Though I know it won't have any immediate or real effect, the solidarity of so many voices was uplifting. Meanwhile, Trump apparently dozed off at his big expensive military parade. What a jerk.
Here are a few photos from all over the country (thanks to the NYT and WaPo), with perhaps up to 11 million people showing up for our nation and our people:
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| Philadelphia: 100,000 strong! |
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| Glendale, CA |
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| Austin, TX |
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| Atlanta |
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| Houston |
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| San Francisco |
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| Midtown Manhattan |
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| Sierra right here in Monterey |
P.S. As of June 17, I have a cold—a stuffy nose; the scratchy throat from yesterday seems to have gone away. That's been my experience of Covid the only time(s) I've had it: cold symptoms. I'll take it.
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