Thursday, Nov. 19
Freedom. Final day of quarantine. I celebrated by going to Kwik Star and buying a half-gallon of chocolate milk. I also got bananas, jelly Bismarcks and iced tea, but forgot to get the bread. Unmasked the masked woman who lives upstairs, and it turns out, she is my wife. We were both relieved. She has moved back downstairs. She is now the unmasked woman who lives downstairs.
Seriously, we are fortunate. She did not experience any severe symptoms and I was able to remain negative, although this means I am still at risk and hope that all the dangerous idiots out there will keep a distance. I am so sick of these people, these deliberately obtuse people who don’t seem to care about anyone but themselves.
Tomorrow I get the opportunity to participate in my delayed preventative chemotherapy infusion treatment in Mason City. I will mask up and make the best of it. Then I will drive through Culver’s on the way home and get a butter burger, and when I get back to Charles City I will go to Hy-Vee and pick up prescriptions and groceries and squeeze the melons and stare longingly at some of the other fresh produce. Because FREEDOM.
Every time I’ve ever gone to a Redbox, I’ve falsely assumed I will be able to watch six entire movies in 24 hours.
Is it odd that conservatives hate liberals six days a week and then worship one on Sunday?
When people wonder about what God’s plan is, I sometimes tell them that God’s plan is to get the band back together to play one more huge gig that will raise enough money to save the orphanage.
Trump supporters believe there's voter fraud with absolutely zero evidence, but still don't believe there's a COVID-19 crisis with more than 250,000 American funerals.
I’m where I should be all the time, and when I’m not, I’m with some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend, wife of a close friend.
Today’s quarantine playlist: Van Halen, The Blues Brothers, Boz Scaggs, Bill Withers, Nicolette Larson, Linda Ronstadt, Suzi Quatro, Carly Simon, ELO, Rocky Burnette, Tommy Tutone, Sweet, The Four Tops.
Final status: Cool as balls.