Mary McNamara: We never dealt with the trauma of 2020. Now it's created an even bigger crisis
As I write this it is Monday and I am sick, one of our toilets is clogged, and my husband is off to the vet with our elderly and now alarmingly panting dog.
But not before handing me a letter informing me that I am part of a Delta Dental data breach that will require me to take innumerable steps to insure my "safety." This after it recently took five days for my husband to get his medication because a cyberattack shut down a bunch of pharmacies, including ours. Between breaches, attacks and scammers I have begun to wonder daily what it would be like to live off the grid.
It is Monday and the car that broke down last week was apparently just a shade over its warranty so now we're paying for a new transmission, which will cost as much as my first car, and according to this very paper, a could raise grocery prices even higher and in such a way as to potentially send Europe into an Ice Age. So stock up on peanut
