Dream. His breath was hot and steamy. He was laughing as he pulled me close, his arm around my neck pulling me in tight. He was giving me bad news but in a positive way. This was someone who sometimes positioned himself as a friend but then wasn't ready to reciprocate when it wasn't convenient. I felt hot, sticky, his breath smelled and I just wanted to get away from him and this discussion. Then it dawned on me. He was inside my six foot social distancing bubble. The fright and then the panic shot through my veins. And I was wide awake and soaked in sweat. That was my first lock down nightmare!
Birthday Celebration. Last night's birthday celebration was modest but fun. We ordered a fancy Italian dinner and dinner. From the time I pulled up out front until the the time restaurant placed my bag through the open window and onto my front seat took all of 2 minutes. We had cake (also delivered to my car door). Then there were used decorations and mad scramble for an appropriate number of candles before we got to presents. The evening was capped with a multi-player online escape room that allowed Scott to join us remotely.
Collared Shirts. It's Day 44 and I realize that yesterday, when I wore a collared shirt, it was only the second time that had happened during the lock down. My needs are T-Shirt simple.
Filled a Hole. The dog likes a good hole. Likes to dig and then lay low to the ground inside her hole with her eyes barely above the dirt line. We were concerned that it was a little too deep and that it needed filling in. The arms got a work out. Sweat flowed. Grunting did happen. Felt good.
Apartment Life. It's nitce to have a backyard and space that is still home but not inside. I passed a couple sitting on their balcony watching the morning go by. They had a nice view of not much but the weather was good and the options still limited. I read an article about Spain where you are not allowed to leave your house even for exercise. They make exceptions for "walking your pet" which got one dumb ass teenager into trouble because he was carrying his fishbowl through the streets. Yes, technically walking his pet, but that didn't stop the police from giving him a ticket. I couldn't imagine not even being allowed to go outside unless it was for food or other essentials.
Injecting disinfectant. This gaffe feels different. Even idiots know that you can't inject disinfectant. Trump's "he must be really smart because he is rich" mystique just went up in smoke. The universe has concluded that the man is an idiot. It's a comment that even a middle school child finds stupid. The day late excuse that it was a "sarcastic" and "directed toward the press" was a double lie. He was neither sarcastic in his tone, presentation nor the subject matter and he didn't even direct the comments to the press. There are few times when I've concluded that "everyone agrees he was lying about the excuse." Conclusion, he is as dumb as a doorknob. And true to form isn't it always the dumbest people who think they are the smartest. Sadly, it's at a time when we need more than a battered facade of a man leading us through this crisis.
Personal Best. I just made it 24 hours without watching CNN. Can't go any longer.
Paint Day. It was paint day today.
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