Lake Asshole

We interrupt this bucolic scene of green grass and green woodlands with…

…yet another wet vac full of Lake Asshole.

Super duper.

I don’t like Being Quarantined

I sat at the desk in my step son’s room all night tonight. My wife was down the hall. A few times we masked up and had distanced visits in our own home. Yeah, this sucks.

Once I am at work on Tuesday you can expect lots of shit like this:

I am going to be working this weekend too, on top of all of the other stuff, so maybe you’ll get something before Tuesday. I don’t know.

I wrote a song for 50/90 tonight too, so that’s positive, right? Right? I strongly believe that if you sit alone in your car in some random parking lot and don’t interact with other living creatures then you are still within your quarantine. So maybe car music tomorrow. Or maybe the next day. Or maybe the day after that. I don’t know.

I miss Jen. She’s right down the friggin’ hall, yet I miss her. Boo.

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.

Negative

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?)