So, the President has contracted Coronovirus.

Nananana. I say that in my best kindergarten voice. Serves you right for not wearing a mask.

Of course, Grown Up Cindy wants the President of the United States to recover with no lasting effects because, basically, I’m a decent human being.

I also wish speedy recovery to the Senators, Aides, First Lady, Counselors, Staff and more who tested positive this week after attending numerous events, debate preps, fund-raisers, rallies and flights on Air Force One. . .all without the simple and effective protections of social distancing and masks.

Kindergarten Cindy is snickering.

Cynical Cindy thought briefly that the whole “President with Corona” story was a hoax. After his horrific behavior at the debate last week, maybe it was just a way to get out of the next one.

But Grown Up Cindy said, no, medical professionals at Walter Reed would never stand for such a charade (although today’s press briefing wasn’t particularly reassuring.)

Little Cindy is trying to figure out how many days 72 hours is.

Democrat Cindy was slightly gleeful that the President won’t be able to campaign for a while. No dangerous rallies, fund-raisers rubbing corona-infected elbows, super-spreader events in the Rose Garden, or cheek-to-jowl flights on Air Force One.

But Grown Up Cindy was pleased and proud that the Biden camp was gracious in their condolences and well wishes to all those who are sick and that they pulled negative advertising. Let’s hear it for the High Road.

And Liberal Cindy is buoyed by the prospect that Mitch McConnell may not be able to railroad the Supreme Court nomination through to a vote on his breakneck schedule. With some key Senators sidelined by Corona, and the very courageous Collins and Murkowski standing on the side of fairness, he may not have the votes needed (or even a quorum.)

Nanananana.

Little Cindy! That’s not nice!