I still don’t know what I’ve done, but I am still being held prisoner. And while conditions are generally good, I get the feeling that everything just repeats. And while conditions are good, I get the feeling that everything just repeats. Went out to get the paper today, and it was yesterday’s. Or was it tomorrow’s?
My captor is the woman I told you about , who keeps reminding me of our “shared history”. Don’t want to say we are together a lot, but we now start each other’s sentences.
But we do get out for the occasional carried out meal to try and help our favorite restaurants. I now feel like a Chicago politician – with all the gift cards we’ve bought, we may never ‘pay’ for a meal again.
But good news abounds: Today the man she calls “The Governor” has said we can go bowling, and get a tattoo. Just like our first date. And he also allowed restaurants to reopen, which is exciting news. But the only thing we can eat with our masks on is beef broth – minestrone leaves vegetables everywhere and pot roast is impossible to mush through.
Like many American families, we have resorted to Zoom to keep in touch. But I think I confused the group on our last call when I took Charlie Weaver to block. And the technology can be a bit sketchy: I read about a man who was watching porn online when a Zoom meeting broke out.
And while I am aware that this C19 thing is pretty serious, I have stared down death in the past – I am so fearless that I eat raw batter.
Playing games keeps us engaged and alert. This week’s favorite: Is today garbage day? The bonus question: Is it recycling week?
On the plus side, the FBI has cleared a number of past unsolved Mob killings. They’ve all been classified as C19 deaths in NYC. Apparently, Jimmy Hoffa had underlying health issues…
However, I know the shelter in place will end someday and we will go back to our altered normalcy. So why am I getting that feeling I get near the end of Christmas break? How can something that has taken forever be over so quickly?
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