Not so much a stir crazy thing, more of a crazy quarantine related factoid.
I can’t remember the exact dates, but I think I have them. On or about Wednesday March 11, 2020 I filled the gas tank in our Mazda. My memory is less clear on this, but it was either Saturday March 7, 2020 or Saturday March 14, 2020 that I filled the gas tank in our Kia.
Fast forward to Monday June 8, 2020. I filled the gas tank in the Kia. We were down to 3/16th of a tank so it was time.
There were no other fill ups for either car in the the intervening time. The Mazda still has half a tank left from the March 11th fill up.
My commute from home to the office is about 33 miles or so and usually takes an hour and a half (on average, I think) each way. My wife’s commute is less than that but she often spends an hour each way. The very concept of going three months on a single tank of gas is so far out of the realm of possibility that my mind is having a hard time processing it. I would normally go through a tank every four days in the Mazda. The Kia is a hybrid. The tank is only about 9-10 gallons, but it could usually go 5-6 days without a fill up.
The Kia went three months and the Mazda is three months and counting.
I simply cannot get over it.
Mind = Blown.
I’ve probably written this exact post before, but I’m too lazy to look back and check.
My eyes. My eyes are getting really tired, really fast these days. By 3:00 or so on more days than not my vision is a blurry mess. It’s not so bad that I can’t deal with it, but it’s just a major pain.
I need to have my eyes checked. I need a new set of prescription glasses. I need one set of glasses for general use, one set of glasses for reading so I can start reading actual books again (because reading with the progressive lenses is about as much fun as getting kicked in the nards), and I need a set of sun glasses too.
Of course we know that’s not happening because of COVID-19. No way I’m going to put myself in a situation where a couple of different people are going to have to get right up close to my face to check out my eyes. Mask or no mask, it’s not worth it. If it keeps getting worse there might be a point where reward starts to outweigh risk, but until then? Screw that. I’m not risking bringing the plague into my house. No, no, and no.
I think I did the math right (the math involved counting) which means 12 weeks ago today was the last day I spent in the office. More math: (12/52)*100 = the percentage of the year that has been spent in quarantinish. What’s the value? Why, 23%. We’ve been in social distance lock down for almost a quarter of the year. Yippee!
Patches, my cat, is standing firm on her belief that my desk is her desk. I have two desks right now and she has made this declaration about both of them. She’s sitting on my desk as I type this, and if I stop typing for a second she’ll sit on the keyboard. She’s staring at my hands, willing them to get the hell out of the way so she can sit down.
Correction, she just moved from my left side to my right side and sat on my track pad. Cat!
Over the last few days I have found very few moments where something goofy happened that could be blamed on the lock down. It’s basically normal life now. Our society is dissolving all around us, but being locked in the house is no longer a symptom, it’s just the way things are. That’s kinda sad.
It’s Friday though. I’m about nine hours shy of the weekend. I can make it… I think. It’s been almost a month since my beloved bride cut my hair. She told me she wants to give it another shot this weekend. I’m game. Let’s do it.
I think I am going to go punch into work now. I have to move to the other desk so I don’t drive my love nuts as she works. I’m guessing the cat will invade my space (her space) soon after I get there.
23% of the year down… still going. Have a good one, everyone. There will likely be cat pics later.
See look, he’s posting as normal. There’s nothing wrong. Society didn’t end last night when the so called president ordered troops onto the streets of Washington in order to put down constitutionally protected rights. No, there’s nothing wrong.
I just changed the cat’s litter box. I dumped it all into a garbage bag and took it out to the trash. I enjoy one aspect of this process. Since the squirrels in our yard gnaw holes in the barrel covers so that they can climb inside and eat our trash, when I put the contents of the litter box into the barrel I am literally telling the squirrels to eat shit.
See? Nothing wrong. Life just going on as it was before the fascists ordered armed troops onto the streets of the nation’s capital. No problem.
I am so sick of this shit.
There’s a work crew next door running two leaf blowers, a weed whacker, and a huge riding mower, all at the same time. They are louder than a Lizardfish concert. It’s insane.
It’s also making me want to play a Lizardfish concert.
The kids just went for a drive. They are going to be gone all afternoon.
They are responsible, they are mature, they are ridiculously smart. I have no doubt that they will be safe and not do anything that will expose them to the ‘rona.
Color me scared shitless. Can things go back to normal now? Pretty please?
I grew up in Tewksbury, Massachusetts. Tewksbury, MA to us locals.
I just saw a post on BookFayce that is a screen shot of what looks like a reverse 911 text message stating that there is a monkey on the loose in Tewksbury.
Running amok (I assume) in my former town.
I am so fucking jealous I can’t even tell you. I want a monkey to come to my house now. Why should Tewksbury get all the monkeys? Why can’t Methuen get a monkey too? We get turkeys and deer and groundhogs and foxes and (once, I think) bobcats and (maybe) coyotes and hawks and eagles. I want monkeys too!
I WANT AN EFFING MONKEY!!!!
I had a Google Hangouts chat on my computer going with Jen. We were talking about returning a purchase to Best Buy.
I had a text chat on my phone going with Larry. We were talking about Bellana’s birthday.
I answered Larry’s text chat in Jen’s Hangouts chat even though the two mediums have zero in common. I typed a text on my keyboard instead of my iPhone…
and I didn’t notice until half an hour after I clicked send.
Hey, did I mention that our dishwasher is dead? It’s been sliding down a pretty steep slope for the last few weeks and yesterday it reached a point where we decided it wasn’t a good idea to use it ever again.
We have a new one coming, but it won’t be delivered for a month. Get ready for lots of hand washing the dishes, folks!