Good morning.
Tuesday in Whitewater will be partly sunny with a high of 75. Sunrise is 6:18 AM and sunset 7:33 PM for 13h 14m 28s of daytime. The moon is a waning gibbous with 70.1% of its visible disk illuminated.
Whitewater’s Aquatic Fitness Center Subcommittee meets at 6 PM.
On this day in 1945, American forces liberate the Buchenwald concentration camp.
The pandemic will soon end (as a national emergency declaration), but agitation and dyspepsia remain as strong as ever. For Whitewater and other places across America, too much is overwrought and under-thought. Far from overcoming the tensions of the pandemic, we’ve an edgy few approaching immediate concerns with pandemic-level stress, frustration, and suspicion.
It’s as though they’ve become addicted to (misplaced) intensity. Along the way, these few are exaggerating short-term problems but offering few long-range solutions.
Whitewater has always been a beautiful but rough-and-tumble place, yet many of these latest kerfuffles are notably needless and unproductive to the city’s future.
I asked an AI chatbot to write a haiku on lingering post-pandemic tensions, and here’s what it crafted:
Silent streets still stand,
Post-pandemic stress echoes,
Small town’s heart heavy.
About right, it seems.
Deadly avalanche rolls down mountain in French Alps: