It's a race to see what will come first for Covid-19: a treatment or a vaccine. Put your money on the treatment -- there is no money in vaccines.
Sometimes the universe hates my plans.
This "re-opening" shit is giving me Deja-Vu. It's either a glitch in the Matrix, or I've been watching too many fucking documentaries, and I spent too much time with my grandfather.
Ignorance can be bliss. I wish I had never learned the "breed" name for my little pandemic puppy.
My father's Senior Living Community in Arizona is sealed like a zip-lock doggie bag. No family in or out. The "inmates" can walk the courtyard but not outside the building.
I've had dogs that liked me, but they always "loved" other people. This past few weeks I found a dog that actually loves me. If I'm lucky, for the next 15 years, I won't be able to take a shit by myself.
For the first time in 35 years together, the Bear and I are doing a little bit of hoarding. I know what you are thinking, and fuck you. It's just a little bit of hoarding, and it's not for us.
Just when I think Americans and their leaders are so fucked-up, the country hardly deserves to survive, we do something as a group I can finally salute.
For not the first time in a decade, the man cave has come in handy.
In this time of sheltering, I was just going to write about my shelter within our shelter, but Stephen did it better. Enjoy.
In my house, my place of escape, refuge, privacy, contemplation and uninterrupted reading is on the toilet. When the going gets tough, the tough get going and I go to the bathroom.
Excuse me, I’ll say! I have to go sit for a while!
How can anyone object?
I keep piles of books, periodicals and extra pairs of reading glasses in the bathroom. Better not to be caught unprepared and have to go back out. I like magazine articles and short stories. Both time out well. Novels are too long and so would increase the risk of hemorrhoids. Poems aren’t nearly long enough and besides, I’d rather not fall asleep with my pants around my ankles.
Cell phones are barred. To make phone calls to other people from the toilet seems oddly disrespectful – unless they’re movie agents – and not having a cell phone allows you to not answer…
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