There's nothing like a fancy new space camera to reinforce the feeling of being so utterly, galactically, inconsequential. Maybe this is the great solace of being a dog owner; you at least have a pair of eyes looking up adoringly saying you’re not inconsequential to me.
And there’s nothing like the day’s Covid numbers, to jolt you back to the here and now, thousands more cases, more and more deaths.
It matters to some of us, less to others, for instance the muddle-headed mope who sees himself running the country like an airline or men’s soap division. He has been breezily asserting that COVID is somehow behind us and the rest of the world gets it and why oh why don't we.
