Sheltering in Place

[Drunk Monk]

795: Work. Laundry. Kung Fu

[thatguy]

795: Work. Laundry. Kung Fu

Is that a movie title?

--tg

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

"An exuberant 'feel-good' transformative novel about an aging hippy martial artist coming to grips with late midlife. Brimming with joie de vive, regret, and Advil"

[thatguy]

"An exuberant 'feel-good' transformative novel about an aging hippy martial artist coming to grips with late midlife. Brimming with joie de vive, regret, and Advil"

Check out the book on tape version read by Statler and Waldorf.

--tg

[Drunk Monk]

I’d watch the film adaptation of that 

Oh wait… I live it  

796: Just work today. Two telemeets. Spam loading. Writing up an interview. And the piano tuner comes by.

[King Bob]

Work. Doing more laser engraving on paper and cutting some paper for collages.

[Drunk Monk]

797: heal

[Greg]

heel.

[Drunk Monk]

Just woke from a pleasant afternoon nap. When was the last time that happened?

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

I rather enjoyed my Covid Vacation

[Drunk Monk]

I wouldn’t go so far to say I’m enjoying this but I didn’t get out of my pjs all day and just loaded about mostly. I did get some writing done because… we’ll force of habit.

798:heal more. I have a post mortem telemeet with my partner in crime for CR - the othe JNK supervisor. We had planned to meet at Java junction but now it’ll be zoom

[Drunk Monk]

799: Work & heal. 

I’m kinda freakin out about everything. I don’t like being in this house alone for so long - it feels burdensome, heavy, like everywhere I look there’s something to deal with inevitably. I feel trapped. I’ve dodged Covid for 2 years and now that I’ve got it, the stigma is making me mad. Ive got to move on. The last two months have been hell. CR was a fleeting moment of escape, but it all came crashing down afterwards. The multiverse took it all away and more.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

Get out for a drive, take long walks at night. You've been doing great during this fucked-up couple of years. You're allowed to get mad; go pound the fuck outta something with a stick or with your hands.

[Drunk Monk]

800: Today starts with a YMAA looking forward meeting. Stacy plans to stop by (socially distant) and drop off some supplies - my Rx, some food - and today marks day 5 so I’ll do a rapid test to see where I’m at. I just had a coughing fit so I don’t know.

[Drunk Monk]

Miscounted. Tomorrow is day 5 and I'll take a rapid then. I'm still prone to occassional coughing fits. My tinnitus is at 11. But I haven't lost my senses of smell or taste. I get these phantom sensations of aches but I think that's paranoia coupled with being a loaf for the past few days. I need to get out and get some exercise. I've not left this house since last Thursday.