COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 43926.40

I’ve spent the past 3 days staring at the bedroom ceiling fan. A sudden onset of kidney stones has thrown me a curve ball. Spent 6 hours in the urgent care facility on Friday. IV, CAT scan and pain medications were the treatment. I think I was the only person in the facility who didn’t have a mask to wear. Can’t find them anywhere and the medical facility wasn’t giving them out. Other than the nurses and the doctor attending to me, I wasn’t around anyone. The medical staff was well suited up though. I probably won’t die. Thankfully I avoided having to go to the hospital, which would not have been a optimal situation.

Good news inventory. Well, I’m feeling a little better. This stuff comes and goes.

Everything else seems of minor importance right now. Hopefully future log entries will be a little more robust as I come out of my physical funk.

The hunkering down continues, extra hunkering is in effect.

Still alive and a bit wobbly here in Denver.

Travel Thursday

The Royal Gorge Suspension Bridge

Happy Travel Thursday.

The Royal Gorge Suspension Bridge. The bridge main span is 880 feet. 955 feet below the bridge runs the Arkansas river and a railroad track. This photo was taken in 2013 just weeks before the whole facility was burned to the ground by a wildfire. They’ve since rebuilt everything, but I haven’t been back to see how different it is.

Built in 1929, this bridge was the highest suspension bridge in the world from 1929 until 2001 when it was surpassed by the Liuguanghe Bridge in China.

The area at both ends of the bridge was a western themed amusement park called Buckskin Joe. It was originally built as a movie set. The promotional billboards in along the route to get here advertised “daily hangings” as an attraction. I don’t know if it was the same guy that got hanged each day or if they took volunteers from the crowds.

COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 43923.31

Combating boredom. Trudy has taken to fabricating make-shift masks out of coffee filters. Don’t wear masks. Yeah, wear masks. No, don’t wear masks. The message keeps changing.

Comcast is definitely experiencing some type of problem with the internet service here. The 5gb link seems to be coming and going throughout the day. I resorted to connecting through my iPhone configured as a hot spot. We have backup plans.

Good news inventory. Wilmbledon officially canceled.

Hot-tub status. Up and running. Chemical levels perfect, water temperature perfect. No wind. Temperature outside around 50 degrees. We soaked for a good hour last night.

Dog poop scooping. Up to date. Afterwards, I fertilized the lawn. The grass is getting greener each day. All the better for hunkering down.

Weed inventory. 65 days. We indulged ourselves in the hot-tub last night.

Toilet paper/paper towel inventory. Holding steady at a normal consumption rate.

Camera battery. 80% Not much in the way of photos yesterday.

Laundry status. My last load is still in the dryer. I’m too lazy to go fold them.

Still no sign of the mail-order prescriptions. Probably lost in the mail.

First responder activity. Nothing to report.

The hunkering down continues, extra hunkering is in effect.

Still alive and well here in Denver.

COVID-19 Hunker-down Log. Stardate 43922.40

Combating boredom. For my family, the biggest challenge of this pandemic has been mental. Financially, we’re doing okay. Being retired, our income is fixed and we aren’t relying on having to work a 9-5 job in order to pay the bills. All that business was planned for and put in place well before all this began. The uncertainty of the well being of our other family members weighs heavily on us, though there really isn’t much we can do to change things.

We lost our Internet service for a few hours last night. We ended up going to bed around 9:30, which is fairly normal for us anyway. I got a text message from Comcast alerting me the it was restored sometime around midnight-thirty. Heard the binging of the message notification but by that time we were cashed in. Upon waking this morning, everything seemed to be back to normal.

Good news inventory. Sporadic reports from around the world that the “curve” may be flattening in some areas hit by the pandemic. Very encouraging information coming out of Iceland, where it appears that the government there had a good jump on dealing with this matter. Not going to be much help to those of us at the mercy of a bunch of greedy politicians who think that old people need to sacrifice their lives to protect the economy. My guess is that none of these nitwits in the current crop of leadership will be part of the new future that is sure to come. Nobody is going to want the people who led us into deeper water to be in charge of cleaning up the mess. The virus itself isn’t the fault of the government, but the lack of preparation and cohesive plan to deal with it is. I don’t bet on horses that get stuck in the gate. I don’t know about everyone else, but I want the A-Team leading the charge into the future. Con men aren’t going to fix anything.

Additional good news. The family member who may have contracted the virus has tested negative. Her health issue was a result of a long standing thing she has been dealing with, but at least the virus isn’t going to swoop down on her and take her from us. Not this time.

Dog poop scooping. Scooping right along. Not seeing much fox activity in the yard these past few days.

Weed inventory. 69 days. At least we are mellow in the evenings and sleeping well.

Toilet paper/paper towel inventory. Normal rate of consumption. Trudy is putting together a supply run for today. Don’t need much, but best not to let things dwindle too much. the supply chain could get disrupted to a greater degree as this thing progresses.

Camera battery. 80%. Been watching the birds who seem to be enjoying themselves in the yard. With all the trees, we have them nesting in just about every corner of the yard. The bird bath is a happy gathering point for all of them and it’s perfectly situated for me to photograph the little lovelies as they take turns sharing the wealth amongst themselves.

Laundry status. I think I left my last load of laundry in the dryer. Probably all wrinkled up now. I’ll look later.

Still no sign of the mail-order prescriptions, but the situation isn’t critical at the moment.

First responder activity. Nothing to report.

The hunkering down continues, extra hunkering is in effect.

Still alive and well here in Denver.