Today I cradle in the aftershock of the loss of General Powell from Covid, even though every once in a while I think about the tragedy that was Herman Cane’s right to die. And I can’t thank my good sense enough for keeping me well in this turmoil. Getting tamed by a new normal has always been the story our lives. How did our great grandmothers get along without tampons? We know how they got along without condoms. Those didn’t exist for their benefit. But now we do have remedies and feasible protections from Covid and so many who give little fucks are carriers and spreaders.