Before we get started here, I want to make it clear that I’m not whining. And this isn’t some super-serious exercise, either. And if we’re all still alive and haven’t lost anyone to the virus, we should consider ourselves lucky. And all that. So, if you’re inclined to lecture me from atop the high horse, I’d like to encourage you not to. I know it’s hard to pass up an opportunity to shine, but please make an attempt. I’d be much obliged.
Yes, we’re still in lockdown mode here in the upper right-hand corner of Pennsylvania. Technically we’re still under a stay-at-home order, although that seems to have gone out the window the past few weeks. It felt like everybody was following it. Then, almost at the exact same time, we all said funk dat. Oh, everybody is still wearing masks in stores, etc. But they’re sure as shit not “staying at home.” The traffic is back, and people are flocking to wherever they’re allowed to flock. The beautiful weather probably contributes to that. It’s perfection out there!
This whole thing hasn’t affected me much. I’ve been working through it all, and so has Toney. Both our boys temporarily(?) lost their jobs, but the younger one went out and got another one at a grocery store. The older hooligan? I “joke” with him that he’ll look back at the Coronavirus with great fondness. He’s got money flowing in, and isn’t doing jack shit. Oh, these are the glory days for him.
So, the ways it has affected me are slight, I’d say. I’ll try to break it down, and ask you to do the same, if you’d like.
I don’t like talking about my job here, ’cause it’s never a good idea. But, like I said, I’m lucky enough to have seen no interruption in my employment through this ordeal. I know how fortunate I am. But it’s stressful, and I don’t really know why. It’s not that I’m scared, or anything along those lines. Everything just feels heightened and intense. Just the vibe or energy, or whatever you want to call it. It’s not normal, and it takes its toll. I can’t explain it, because I don’t really understand it.
And I’ve had to give myself shitty homemade haircuts, which bugs me. Right now I feel like my head is shaped like a rhombus. Toney will help if I ask her, but she sure won’t volunteer. I’m thinking about firing up the clippers after I finish here and trying to de-rhombus my shit before I return to work. A real haircut will feel like the world’s biggest luxury, if it ever happens again. Man! I look like I’m in the throes of sickness, or maybe living on the streets. I need to find an underground back-alley barber, or whatever.
And my favorite Chinese carryout joint closed for a couple of months, which concerned me. I thought they’d never return, after so many weeks. But they’re back! And they’re slammed with business. I’ve been there twice since they reopened and it’s a beautiful thing.
I ordered Cracker Barrel once from DoorDash during this crap. That was a first for me. I don’t get food delivered, it’s not the way I operate. But this dude rolled up at my job with two piping hot meatloaf meals inside a canvas sack, and mister…. I thought I was a delivery convert. But I haven’t done it a second time.
And I’ve watched an enormous amount of TV. It’s not something I generally engage in, not at this level. And it concerns me a little. I’m getting somewhat addicted to television. I hope I can break it once things return to “normal.” I don’t want to be a TV watcher. Ya know? But I’ve powered through Ozark, the new season of Bosch, the new season of Homeland, Dead to Me, Devs, and several others I’m not remembering. I need baseball back, to fill the hours I’m currently burning with TV. Ahhh…. baseball. I miss it even more than real haircuts.
What about you? Please bring us up to date. Are you still working? What’s changed for you over the past couple of months? Use the comments section to check in with us. I hope everyone is well.
Have a great day, my friends!