Sweet is it, sweet is it

I rode my bike today, for the first time in this new state. Texas, pandemic.

Kept my distance, waited on the lights.

I am angry all the time. At the people casually asking about options for summer rentals, because it would be awful, you know, if they had to stay in the city with the rest. At the people gutting media organizations in a time of crisis. At the people profiteering on medical equipment from the safety of their living rooms while nurses die and doctors die and bus drivers die and train conductors die and grocery workers die. At myself, for being here and feeling like I should be there and there and also there.

I am trying not to be angry all the time, so I rode my bike. I spend some time every day choosing the perfect little gifts to send to my friends in Animal Crossing. I take deep breaths and small breaks. I drink water. I donate to people and to causes. I remember that I am still safe, and still well, and still employed.