Category: iphoneography

Quarantinish

Well there was a Covid-19 scare today. A little one that guaranteed won’t amount to anything. Still, we’ve chosen to isolate me for a few days just to be safe.

Overreaction? Yes, yes it is. It’s okay though. Better safe than sorry, and it’s only for a few days.

Granted, I’d rather get run over by a gas truck, but better safe than sorry.

I have a quarantiney work desk set up in Harry’s room. I can do whatever needs to be done for work from here. At some point there will be a 50/90 music work space in the cellar (away from the flood zone).

I wonder if the speakers built into Harry’s monitor work. Let’s watch a Titans and find out.

Not My Favorite

Today has not been my favorite day. Not by a long way. Not by a really long way.

(Yeah, that’s the inside of an urgent care)

(They said they’d call me if the test is positive, thank you, but if it’s negative they won’t call me. I did a double take on that. If you don’t call, how will I know?)

Upstairs

The Big Dipper masterpiece, “Ron Klaus Wrecked His House” includes the line:

“Brought the outside to the inside.”

Pardon me for paraphrasing, but my cover version that describes the events of today would be:

Brought the upstairs to the downstairs.

Not yet

It is pouring rain like the end of the world out there. The remnants of Ida have arrived.

I really want to go to sleep. I’m completely out of gas. My “bed” is made and I’m ready, but the laundry isn’t done and my mother is awake and walking around. It’s not a pain thing tonight, she just won’t sleep.

I’m assuming the pillow case belongs to my nephew, but who knows. It could be dad’s. His pillow case has trucks on it.