Day 225

 

Day 225, self quarantine:

Sunday, October 25, 2020

I woke up at 4:00 a.m. this morning and grabbed my phone.

I know if he died during the night or was rushed to a hospital, the emergency announcement would be on the screen.

There was nothing there other than today’s weather.

Bummer.

He’s the Bionic Asshole.

So I’ve discussed my addictive personality here and I have to tell you, I have been practically sitting on my hands to keep from going online and buying myself, Gary and the kids everything we’ve ever wanted.  

Yeah, I also struggle with compulsive shopping.

I mean, why not?

We’re either looking at the end of our world next week or we’ll have a real reason to celebrate.

Why deny ourselves anything?

Oh yeah, right, if he gets back in, he’s going to end Social Security and unless Gary and I stop spending money, we will have to work until we die.

I’m so stressed out.

Nine more days.

Donald was in three different states yesterday.

How is that ridiculous pig still oinking?

"That's all I hear about now. Turn on TV, 'Covid, Covid, Covid Covid Covid.' A plane goes down, 500 people dead, they don't talk about it. 'Covid Covid Covid Covid.' By the way, on November 4th, you won't hear about it anymore ... 'please don't go and vote, Covid!'" 

He’s so mentally ill.

He’s also a liar and an accomplice to murder and he’s running wild without restraint.

Omg, his delivery at those rallies.  He sounds like an 80 year old guy named Shecky, a failed comedian whose entire career is opening for C list comedians in cheesy casinos but is really a secret serial killer.

This is not okay.

I cannot believe this was ever allowed to happen.

Okay, I’ll stop.

Facebook just reminded me eleven years ago today, I was in Utah and my world was completely rocked.

http://inherownwrite.blogspot.com/2009/10/almost-home.html

Wow, I really did have a pretty spectacular life once.

Oh well.

None of us are having one now, at least the playing field is equal.

Anyway, despite this, yesterday was a good day.  

I got to see some gorgeous autumn leaves and everyone got along and were in good heads.

Gary actually exercised amazing restraint and only bought two records over and above what we pre-ordered and both were just inexpensive, used replacements for records we’ve had for over forty years and played to death.

“It was too early and too much pressure,” Gary said about his allotted fifteen minutes of socially distant time at 9:00 a.m. for Record Store Day.

Hahaha, what did I say yesterday?

You live with someone a hundred years, you get to know them.

Anyway, we went home, ate lovely vegan cinnamon scones, and blasted music all day.

And for a few hours, we forgot about Donald and talked about other things.

Gary’s making veggie chili for dinner tonight. The first chili of the season!  I’m so freaking excited. It’s freezing out today, we’re gonna have our first fire in the fireplace, too.

We bought vegan marshmallows, there may also be s’mores.

Hell yeah there’s gonna be s’mores!  

I mean, why would I even think twice about that?

Trust me, I’m not.

Huh, I should probably eat whatever I want over the next nine days, too.

Diet, what diet. Who cares about being thin if we’re all gonna die?

Sounds like a plan to me.

Oh, Gary?  Wake up, dude.  You need to go get us some hot bagels.

Brick oven bagels are now in the ‘hood, kinda, okay it’s a fifteen minute drive but Gary won’t care, he loves them, too.

May your day include hot bagels, chili and s’mores, too.

Happy Sunday!