COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 43921.22

Combating boredom. I’ve been cycling through my collection of baseball caps on a nearly daily basis. There’s a pile of them on top of the camera cabinet. Some haven’t been used in over 10 years. I think I prefer the “Dad” hats, which are basically the style of caps that were popular in the 1990’s. It’s okay though. I’m a dad and I lived through the 90’s.

Good news inventory. California doctors are “cautiously hopeful.” Wow, that’s it.

Dog poop scooping. It’s become a way of life. Trudy and I get a little daily exercise with the encouragement of the dogs bowels. 10 minutes of walking in circles and staring at the ground. Day after day after day. Looking for the golden turd.

Weed inventory. 70 days.

Toilet paper/paper towel inventory. Still wiping everything we touch, and still touching everything we wipe. Riveting.

Camera battery. 85%. Did you know the camera battery will slowly drain down even if you don’t turn the camera on. Did take some photos yesterday, which used a little more battery than usual. Watching the battery drain is something akin to watching paint dry. Simple pleasures.

Laundry status. Did a load of clothes and a load of towels yesterday. Don’t want things accumulating in the laundry room and smelling like rot or anything.

Still no positive test result from the family member. The assumption at this point is she was fortunate and didn’t contract the virus, however, the poor health condition is still worrisome. None of us are getting younger and we don’t need no other medical stuff sneaking around and coming in through the back door.

I decided a week or two back that I would have my future medical prescriptions sent to me through the mail. It’s probably a better idea than driving 30 miles to stand in a room full of sick people to pick them up. We’ll see how that works out. I’m awaiting my first shipment. Maybe today, or tomorrow.

I’ve noticed that over the last week or so, the website has been loading erratically. Not sure if it’s a WordPress problem or a problem with the hosting service. Of course, getting an answer from the hosting service isn’t going to do me much good. As far as GoDaddy is concerned, everything is working fine. But it’s not. Could just be the Internet in general getting clogged up with millions of hunkered down people reading my blog. Naaaaa. There’s something else going on. When my hosting contract expires, I think I’ll find a new service.

First responder activity. Nothing to report.

The hunkering down continues, extra hunkering is in effect.

Still alive and well here in Denver.

Moose Monday

It’s “Moose Monday.” Not going to let a plague keep me from posting my weekly moose photo.

We can learn something from moose.

Moose are caring, protective and strong animals.

They practice social distancing, you’ll seldom find more than a handful of moose hanging out together.

When they do meet up, they treat one another with respect.

They have no patience for idiots amongst their ranks including humans who want to ignorantly foul their lives up.

They don’t insert themselves into the lives of others. They just do their thing and don’t want to be messed with. If you don’t respect the moose, the moose won’t respect you.

And like all of us, their fate is subject to the ignorance of man.

Watch and learn people. Watch and learn.

COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 43920.39

Sunday (yesterday) was quiet here in Denver. Spent most of the day moving between the couch and back deck. Naps are becoming a staple activity. There’s not much else we can do at the moment. It’s a waiting game. Waiting for things to get worse, and they will, as the spread of the virus is not stoppable right now. Imaginary lines on a map, the National Guard, talking heads, none of it will change what is going to happen. Nobody is immune. The virus is going to sweep across the world and the tide of plague is just beginning to rise. Best to get one’s shit wired tight and hang on. Mother Earth is checking in and the cull has started.

Combating boredom. I played with a few photo editing software packages yesterday. Nothing too exciting. The software I’ve been using is doing the job and I’ve yet to find anything that compels me to want to change. It’s just something to do. There isn’t much in the way of new photos to edit anyway. Mostly shots in the yard trying to capture the mood of the moment.

Good news inventory. Bupkis.

Dog poop scooping. Nothing of interest here.

Weed inventory. 71 days. Great for nap preparation.

Toilet paper/paper towel inventory. Normal draw-down. Same number of butts, same number of hands.

Camera battery. 92% Got a few photos in yesterday.

Laundry status. Doing fine. I washed clothes last weekend and I’ve hardly dented them.

No reports of any additional friends or family being infected by the virus.

I’ve been watching the reports coming out the the Northeast US. Seems the New Yorkers are fleeing the confines of the city and flooding into the neighboring states. Thus all the talk about state level quarantines and such. Not impressed with the hatred a lot of people are showing towards people who just want to stay alive. A simplistic mindset, people don’t realize that everyone is in line for this. It’s just a question of when it’s your turn. I’m surprised to not hear talk of building walls along the New York border. The nation is going through a grief process.  Shock, denial, anger, bargaining, depression, testing, and acceptance. There used to only be 5 stages of grief. We’ve added two more so we can prolong the agony. Personally, I think I’m in the bargaining stage, maybe the depression stage. Who knows? What difference does it make? The bottom line is that all of us here are fully aware that we are elderly and more susceptible to succumbing to the virus. Trudy’s mom has the added benefit of knowing that she has two strong people guarding over her. Me and Trudy just have one another and that could be totally different in a matter of two weeks. Infected today, dead in two weeks. It’s a possibility.

First responder activity. Nothing to report.

The hunkering down continues, extra hunkering is in effect.

Still alive and well here in Denver.