Something’s not right.

It's just not right. Today my husband drove a mile to a small hardware store to buy an additional recycled material container for trash day. With all the medical and nutritional plastic we're generating for Phil’s illness, our usual bin isn't enough. That's essential? A recycle bin? We can't sit in our cars in a church parking lot for Easter but we can park in a hardware store lot? The "cure" has become worse than the disease. And Trump will be blamed either way.