With our gym closed, I’ve taken to aerobic walking around our condo development each morning. I keep seeing the same people at the same times, and it reminds me of working full time again. It’s like saying hi to Barry from accounting six times a day as we pass one another in office hallways.
Rumor has it that Dr. Fauci is on the outs at the White House for being too honest. Yeah, who among us didn’t see that coming?
I’m tired of singing “Happy Birthday” twice when I wash my hands. I’m going to switch to “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” to make things interesting. (DISCLOSURE: Shamelessly stolen from blogger “Paprika Furstenburg” at Good Humored. Check her out because she’s hilarious).
Tensions are starting to be somewhat frayed by all this togetherness. Overheard just this morning in my own home: “I’m going to start practicing social distancing in the bedroom if you don’t learn to put away all of your toiletries.” To protect the innocent, I’m not going to reveal the parties involved in this discussion.
Henceforth, I’d like to be known as the “Novel Blogger.”
Forget the S&P and the Dow. None of my lottery tickets have won a stinkin’ cent since all of this started. There’s your economic forecast for the day, my friends.
I’m too afraid to venture out, but we also have just two half-full bottles of wine left. Critical decisions will need to be made over the next 24 hours.
According to an article in the Washington Post today, wealthy people who own second homes are being asked by residents in those communities to stay away. Good lord, the lengths some people are resorting to protect their toilet paper!
We had a previously scheduled teleconference with our financial advisor today. I knew I was in trouble when we spent 20 minutes on how difficult it is to find good take-out restaurants at the moment.
This retired librarian is definitely inspired by all the artists who are creating videos of themselves performing songs to keep everyone entertained. In the same spirit, I’m going to post one of me cataloging my book collection.
I keep receiving emails from different companies letting me know how they’re there for us during this time of crisis. I’ve gotten them from our bank, a couple of airlines, our electric utility, etc. My favorite so far is from the cable company, which fired off a text message telling me to look for an email from them tomorrow sometime between 1 and 4pm.
Just think: there’s only 69 more days till hurricane season begins!
Me-TV, the cable channel which shows all those classic programs, is now featuring the Flintstones each evening at 6:00pm. It bothers me that I’m fully aware of that.
Two concurrent headlines at the moment: (1) “Trump wants ‘country opened’ by Easter” and (2) “New York’s rate of infection is doubling every three days, and help isn’t arriving quick enough to flatten the curve, according to Gov. Andrew M. Cuomo” Yeah, this is all going swimmingly.
Keep washing them hands, everyone. Please.
Until next time…