Notes From Quarantine
DAYS 7 AND 8
Thursday and Friday, Nov. 12-13
Slow cooked pork cutlets in BBQ sauce today, and the masked woman who lives upstairs could smell them. They will be delicious tomorrow, as instead of eating them tonight, we chose to order pizza from a locally-owned establishment that actually cares about the community. It was delicious. The masked woman who lives upstairs returned to work on Thursday, as her public quarantine has ended. Strangely, she still needs to remain socially distanced from me, as my quarantine is not scheduled to end until next Tuesday. I still have no symptoms and my test was negative, but my quarantine remains. Additionally, the hospital that administers my preventative chemo treatment told me that I must remain separated from the masked woman for two additional days, or they would not admit me for my appointment next Friday. The masked woman who lives upstairs indicates her return to teaching schoolchildren was tiring and most unusual, as her students were given Thursday and Friday off, yet the teachers were still required to attend. I believe it was ancient Greek philosopher and sage Epicurus who once said, “a teacher without students is not a teacher, but is, potentially, a serial killer. Don’t give her any sharp objects.”
Today’s observations:
With the possible exception of “Rocky,” the movie “Breaking Away” is the most goddamn inspiring fictional sports move ever made, and I’ll fight you on that.
We have realized during quarantine that we like chocolate milk a lot more than we thought we did.
Johnny took that golden fiddle and just kicked the devil’s fat ass right out of Georgia, didn’t he?
People who choose to hate you only win if you choose to hate them back. So when you punch them in the throat, do it out of love.
The problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world, but the current price of beans is $11.46 per bushel, so depending on the size of that hill, our problems might be pretty valuable.
I have opinions and stuff about things.
Today’s quarantine playlist: Fleetwood Mac, Neil Young, Ramones, Georgia Satellites, Scorpions, Roger Waters, Alanis Morrisette, P!nk, Joan Jett, Motorhead and Meredith Wilson.
Overall status: The Shizzle.
DAYS 7 AND 8
Thursday and Friday, Nov. 12-13
Slow cooked pork cutlets in BBQ sauce today, and the masked woman who lives upstairs could smell them. They will be delicious tomorrow, as instead of eating them tonight, we chose to order pizza from a locally-owned establishment that actually cares about the community. It was delicious. The masked woman who lives upstairs returned to work on Thursday, as her public quarantine has ended. Strangely, she still needs to remain socially distanced from me, as my quarantine is not scheduled to end until next Tuesday. I still have no symptoms and my test was negative, but my quarantine remains. Additionally, the hospital that administers my preventative chemo treatment told me that I must remain separated from the masked woman for two additional days, or they would not admit me for my appointment next Friday. The masked woman who lives upstairs indicates her return to teaching schoolchildren was tiring and most unusual, as her students were given Thursday and Friday off, yet the teachers were still required to attend. I believe it was ancient Greek philosopher and sage Epicurus who once said, “a teacher without students is not a teacher, but is, potentially, a serial killer. Don’t give her any sharp objects.”
Today’s observations:
With the possible exception of “Rocky,” the movie “Breaking Away” is the most goddamn inspiring fictional sports move ever made, and I’ll fight you on that.
We have realized during quarantine that we like chocolate milk a lot more than we thought we did.
Johnny took that golden fiddle and just kicked the devil’s fat ass right out of Georgia, didn’t he?
People who choose to hate you only win if you choose to hate them back. So when you punch them in the throat, do it out of love.
The problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world, but the current price of beans is $11.46 per bushel, so depending on the size of that hill, our problems might be pretty valuable.
I have opinions and stuff about things.
Today’s quarantine playlist: Fleetwood Mac, Neil Young, Ramones, Georgia Satellites, Scorpions, Roger Waters, Alanis Morrisette, P!nk, Joan Jett, Motorhead and Meredith Wilson.
Overall status: The Shizzle.
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