Notes From Quarantine
DAYS 9 AND 10
Saturday and Sunday, Nov. 14-15
The masked woman who lives upstairs and I raked the entire yard yesterday, then I had some Tylenol. She seems to be OK, not 100 percent, but close to normal. She returns to her job in education tomorrow, hopefully with students, although there’s a good possibility that will not be the case. The virus is spiking in our area, and while people get sick and die, and hospital rooms fill and have no space for additional patients, other people don’t seem to care or understand. I was told that several people at my office are either positive or quarantined or both. Four different dear friends or relatives messaged us today to tell us either they or someone they loved was sick and getting tested. Two of those tests, thankfully, came back negative. Have avoided Facebook and other social media for most of Saturday and much of the day Sunday, because it stresses me out. Enjoyed watching several football games the last two days and didn’t care who won them, just wanted to watch. Sometimes it’s a refreshing thing to just enjoy the game and not invest in it emotionally. The masked woman who lives upstairs was able to venture out and acquire provisions today, and I cooked us my world famous spaghetti dinner. We ate together for the first time in weeks, seated far apart on opposite sides of the room, watching the newest installment of The Mandalorian. Sadly, it is The Way.
Today’s observations:
They really need to choose between calling it Hardee’s or calling it Carl’s Jr. Come on, man. Just pick one.
I consider Jim Harbaugh my personal nemesis, and even I feel kind of bad for Jim Harbaugh right now.
Toyota kind of blind-sided me with their “Super Mom” Christmas commercial. I didn’t cry, but I got something in my eye.
Got a pool. Got a pond. Pond would be good for you.
If Hayden Fry were still alive, he would’ve stopped the spread of COVID-19. That’s just the facts, right there.
An old friend sent me a bunch of old photos of a bunch of my other old friends yesterday, and I was reminded that growing up in the 1980s was just about the best thing ever. We all went a little batshit crazy with the hair, though.
Convicted? No. Never convicted.
Some emotions are survival instincts, and some emotions are choices. If you can figure out which is which, you’ll have a much easier time of it, and so will those who care about you.
Today’s quarantine playlist: Budgie, Rush, Goo Goo Dolls, Kings X.
Overall status: Unavoidably detained.
DAYS 9 AND 10
Saturday and Sunday, Nov. 14-15
The masked woman who lives upstairs and I raked the entire yard yesterday, then I had some Tylenol. She seems to be OK, not 100 percent, but close to normal. She returns to her job in education tomorrow, hopefully with students, although there’s a good possibility that will not be the case. The virus is spiking in our area, and while people get sick and die, and hospital rooms fill and have no space for additional patients, other people don’t seem to care or understand. I was told that several people at my office are either positive or quarantined or both. Four different dear friends or relatives messaged us today to tell us either they or someone they loved was sick and getting tested. Two of those tests, thankfully, came back negative. Have avoided Facebook and other social media for most of Saturday and much of the day Sunday, because it stresses me out. Enjoyed watching several football games the last two days and didn’t care who won them, just wanted to watch. Sometimes it’s a refreshing thing to just enjoy the game and not invest in it emotionally. The masked woman who lives upstairs was able to venture out and acquire provisions today, and I cooked us my world famous spaghetti dinner. We ate together for the first time in weeks, seated far apart on opposite sides of the room, watching the newest installment of The Mandalorian. Sadly, it is The Way.
Today’s observations:
They really need to choose between calling it Hardee’s or calling it Carl’s Jr. Come on, man. Just pick one.
I consider Jim Harbaugh my personal nemesis, and even I feel kind of bad for Jim Harbaugh right now.
Toyota kind of blind-sided me with their “Super Mom” Christmas commercial. I didn’t cry, but I got something in my eye.
Got a pool. Got a pond. Pond would be good for you.
If Hayden Fry were still alive, he would’ve stopped the spread of COVID-19. That’s just the facts, right there.
An old friend sent me a bunch of old photos of a bunch of my other old friends yesterday, and I was reminded that growing up in the 1980s was just about the best thing ever. We all went a little batshit crazy with the hair, though.
Convicted? No. Never convicted.
Some emotions are survival instincts, and some emotions are choices. If you can figure out which is which, you’ll have a much easier time of it, and so will those who care about you.
Today’s quarantine playlist: Budgie, Rush, Goo Goo Dolls, Kings X.
Overall status: Unavoidably detained.
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