COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 43982.33

Combating boredom. I’ve been fairly lazy the past few days. I’ll get back on the stick this upcoming week as I still have work to do on the backyard deck. Right now, I’m just enjoying the respite and mustering up the energy to want to chisel, scrape, sand and paint.

The birds are in full tilt boogie mode, but I’ve been ignoring them photographically speaking. Our super mutt Fiona kept me up most of the night the other night, whining and pacing around the house while I was trying to get sleep. It seems she had managed to get another rabbit and had stashed the carcass behind one of the lilac bushes. I knew something was up before going to bed when I tried to get her in the house and she was non-responsive. Normally, she would be the first dog to the door. I scanned the yard with a flashlight, thinking she had found something, but I couldn’t find anything. It wasn’t until I let her out the next morning when she made a bee-line straight to the hidden carcass that I figured it out. The bunny was disposed of, the dog vomit was cleaned up and Fiona is back to her usual self. She’s wiped out about half the rabbit population in the yard this year. She’s a hunter. Doobie on the other hand could care less about it.

Happy thought inventory. I’ve decided that the best way to have happy thoughts is to never watch television news. Of course, I’ve been preaching this concept for some time now, but quite honestly, my little world at the moment is fairly relaxed and stress free, minus the discovery of dead rabbits, and I’m quite enjoying the slow pace of life and lack of responsibility for anything other than changing my underwear.

Supply status. I’m thinking a trip to the grocery will be happening soon.

Weed inventory. Excellent condition.

Laundry status. Nice and clean.

No first-responder activity to report.

The hunkering down continues.

Still alive and well here in Denver.