Friday, April 10, 2020

Coronavirus Day Forty-eleven

So we are still here, and still all right.  We haven't been evicted yet.  Power is still on, which is a Good Thing, because thence cometh air conditioning and Wifi.

I venture out almost every day, which helps keep me sane.  Even if it's just for a drive around to look at the spring leaves springing forth.  They seem to do this regardless of whether we are out noticing them.

We are all screaming at each other once in a while, and meals are pretty much what you would expect.  Kids eat what kids eat, so there's a lot of cereal and sandwiches being consumed.  Meals around here are snacks on steroids.  They are still happening every day, though.

We seem to be sleeping in segments...a couple of hours here and there.  I usually know what day of the week it is, but not always.

Ethan is doing pretty well at his computer learning, but this school district seems bound and determined to tax the kids past what any reasonable human should be required to do.  I guess they didn't get the memo that kids are going to finish the year with pass/incomplete instead of percentage and/or letter grades.

The Wee Heathens are the Wee Heathens, and hell on wheels.  Somebody got into the Dr Pepper, and everyone was caffeinated and sugared up yesterday.

Aidan is conducting daily arms practice in the back yard.  By the time this is over, they will all qualify as pages and I can foster them out to other castles.  Looking forward to that day.

However, we are devolving.  I can no longer form a lower-case "s" with pen and paper, and my lower-case "b" and "l" have become interchangeable.  Looking into purchasing a manual typewriter in case the Wifi goes away.

We need:  batteries, duct tape, bungee cords, and heavy duty hooks.

Don't ask.

Send beer and whisky.

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