I’m watching the same few shows, napping too often and too long when they aren’t on, and generally being freakishly bored. I’ve chosen to not bore you folks to death, but my brother has sent me his initial Covid research and I want to rip it apart and throw it back for revision first.
I am concerned for you, my fellow reality alien, and hope you will be okay.
I live for odd shit. For instance, yesterday I fell asleep around four pm. A CNA woke me any time from a minute to half a day later, saying that my meal was there. This didn’t narrow things down much, so I checked my watch. Six o’clock. “Dinner or breakfast?” Dinner an hour late is typical , breakfast two hours early is not. No hubbub about me returning from the dead? Probably Still Wednesday. I turned on the Big Bang Theory.
I want to kill Everybody on that show.
Note to mods, not really.
That’s a good sign! When you want to kill everyone on Seinfeld, you’re ready to rejoin society.
I think reality has somewhat misplaced itself lately. Or, more likely, you’re not the only human displaced from it.
I hope you can at least find an interesting alternative. (If it’s really interesting, write it down!)
Hey, Mikey…I’ve escaped the confines of the ‘Wrek Amusement Park’ this morning(well, DIL drove me to the Diabetic clinic)
Believe me ‘reality’ is out there.
It was disconcerting, to say the least.
I didn’t go anywhere else. DIL did her shopping while I was in the Clinic.
We drove thru TacoBell, parked at Sonic and ordered Tea.
It was fun for about 12 minutes.
Glad to be back to my prison cell at ‘Wrek Amusement Park’
OTOH, I did dodge the marriage wrecking (note: “ck”) ball when my GF from HS and I began some gentle “It just crawled into my hand–honest!” texting. Apparently the decades apart wafted away and she wasn’t going to let me get away this time–her words. ,I need to warn some friends. One’s single and may be interested. The other is married to the first one’s sister.
there’s always a song: Small Circle of Friends - Phil Ochs - YouTube
I guess I’m weird - I don’t set foot outside my apartment for days at a time and I really don’t care. Maybe I just have enough hobbies? I mean, I still don’t have time for them all, even now.
Except for walks, I’ve been out of the house 3 times since March 12. We drove about 20 minutes to our son’s house to help him plant peppers, then had a cookout. We went to the dentist (and I need to go back twice for a new crown grrr). And I went for a blood draw which I need every 8 weeks to see how my cancer and the effects of my medicine are progressing. We’re not even doing any grocery shopping; our son is handling that. I have a hard time remembering what day it is.
I have trouble telling between dreams and reality these days, so it’s good that snapshots of neither last long enough to make it into my threads.
Frankly, with all the horseshit going on, reality needs to be kicked to the curb. Maybe after reality has been homeless for a while, it can straighten itself out.
Or perhaps we can all pitch in and send it to one of Dr Phil’s wilderness camps!
~VOW
Despite it all, I’ve avoided Dr Phil.