Sheltering in Place

[Drunk Monk]

Boo. Scary.

Tell me about it.  There's this nagging notion that this may actually be the end of times.  I've re-read Revelations a few times now, mostly because I was using it for a writing device in an essay I donated to my Kung Fu school (another one on the way - just keep writing, just keep writing).  I'm sure it hasn't escaped any of our attentions - this could be the perfect storm for our country given its bufoonish leadership and national divisiveness.  

DAY 29: I bailed on hiking today. As much as I'd like to get out, my allergies have been acting up since yesterday, so all the more reason to stay inside.  I'm powering up R2 (the killer air filter that Legbone sold me decades ago) and the warp core (another killer air filter that Stacy gave me) and hunkering down for a bit.  Stacy just left.

The construction continues in our lot.  The neighbor directly behind our bungalow is having his bathroom redone. Ours is the century+ old bungalow.  The two other houses are granny units, built somewhat sloppily within the last few decades, and their plumbing has always sucked.  Or failed to suck.  The house behind us had so much water damage that the bathroom and kitchen is being redone.  Those tenants, Matt & Miles (father and son) are using the facilities in the now abandoned unit (formerly Shelby & Mary - daughter and mother).  Meanwhile, I'm surrounded by construction. The house across the street is still being rebuilt and today the actual plumber is here for M&M's place.  

Other than that, same ol' quaranroutine...