Buzzard Crossing

Just yesterday, on a weekly trip to check out the store, to make sure it was okay, I almost ran into a buzzard.  From a distance, it almost looked like a turkey.  I guess why this particular breed is sometimes called a turkey buzzard.  To be honest, I had seen turkeys on this stretch of road as well, just not as often as buzzards, strangely enough.  This time around, the bird was trying to get at some roadkill.  It flew off as I drove near, and it quickly returned to the dead possum after I passed.  This was the third or fourth time I had seen buzzards on or near the road, coming very close to hitting them at times.  That is all.  What can I say.  Nothing much else is happening to me right now.  Every day is about the same thing.  I pace my reading so that my books will last.  I am getting tired of doing puzzles.  They are starting to blur into on another.  I am playing so many games, I think I am starting to hurt my eyesight.  I all have left to do is watch television. Unfortunately, most of the day is filled with outbreak coverage.  I switch which news outlets I watch, so that I can get as many different takes as possible.  But even that is tiring.  I know almost everything else has shut down, but there has to be something else going on somewhere.  I sometimes just leave the weather on in the background as I try to do something else, but even that is getting boring, as the weather tries to bring up outbreak related stories as well.  I almost hope for a bad storm outbreak to cut into the monotony.  The worst thing is the press conferences.  I try to avoid them as much as I can, because many of them are becoming so overtly political as to lose much of the original intent, if politicizing this outbreak wasn't the original intent.  So little changes in these speeches, except the actual counts which frequently gets buried deep into the conference. This is starting to seem familiar.   Toilet paper shortages.  Travel bans.  Encouraging snitching.  Outright propagandizing of the populace.  Dissuasion of religious practices.  Am I paranoid, or is this situation starting to feel like the Soviet Union at the height of Communism?  Too little time outside is making me want to start making conspiracy theories.  I just have this eerie feeling that something is getting ready to reach a breaking point.  While I think I can take this situation for a little longer, I just know that someone, somewhere is not.  The tipping point is coming.  Compassion can only go on for so long until the greater needs far outweigh those of the few.  This will be especially be true if the current protective orders go on too long or if they get more restrictive.  I just hope that these orders were always meant to be protective in nature, and not designed to encourage the problems that they are causing.  For it they are and certain people find out about it ... Well, I hope nothing goes wrong.  The buzzard had flown off somewhere by the time I drove back although the roadkill was still there, just off to the side of the road.  Maybe a car had knocked it aside.  Maybe the buzzard had accidentally dropped it to a harder to reach spot.  Maybe it found an easier meal.  The buzzard, and others, are still there.  Circling, waiting for the right time.