The Wasteland

I knew on January 2 that 2020 would suck.  Every step was a stumble or a struggle, either physically or emotionally. But we must bite our lip and soldier on.

I was actually marshaling the resources to come fully out of the winter’s wasteland, I’d paid off bills, and saved enough for a year long health club membership where I could wear out my annoyances on the treadmill, and in a perfect world, have a hot tub to soak away the psychic debris I was determine to unload.

Well, Novel Coronavirus dashed those hopes. I bought new trainers anyway, in hope we will be free sooner or later.

We certainly picked the right time to cut the cord from satellite TV. We up graded the internet, renewed Amazon Prime and Netflix, joined Philo and jumped into trials with CBS All Access and Acorn TV.

I watch TV like a fiend for a couple of weeks and have lost a lot of interest.

The new Star Treks, Discovery and Picard were good.  Wasted some brain cells on binge-ing some other series.

I managed to get caught up with Bosch and am delighting the fact his character has adopted Coltrane, a Blue Cattle Dog.

But now, it’s time for a break and leave the TV watching to Mom. She’s 95 and this virus scares me to death for her.  At work I only have regular contact with my brother and my boss. Most of our customers have been cool about observing our social distancing policies. Only one was a dweeb about it, so I started spraying my disinfectant and cleaning right next to his hands. He said I should’t be doing that to him, I said, our posted polices say you should be hanging out there.  Karma will be busy, I think, when this fiasco is over.

But I am tired. Bone tired. I can smell, and I have been sneezing which does not seem to be a death knell in the litany of symptoms listed for the dreaded CV-19. If only we could come up with a colorful name for this curse.

But to attach any name that isn’t clinical and minimal would tarnish the namesake, and although Pangolin Plague has a certain ring to it, I would not want to harm in anyway, the images or lives of this beautiful and otherworldly creature that brings beauty into a world so sorely lacking it.

So, Covid-19 it will remain.

My wish for everyone is to survive these trials and come out a stronger, more loving people. I hope that is possible.

I so hope it is.

At least the Doritos truck is still constant.