More Covid Surviving

Today was a lot like every other day now.

It was a nice sunny day for keeping it real on the roof.

The wifi reaches through the outside wall of our apartment no problem. I try not to think about the fact that if it can travel through brick walls that it can also travel through my skull. The roof is like my second office at this point.

When the time on an Apple Watch hits ten till, it will warn you that you're running out of time to get your stand point for the hour. So if you hear vigorous walking in place around that time you need not be alarmed.

I didn't wait long to use my new copy of Drawful 2 to crush my family, friends, and enemies.

Oh no, not graduating during a time of economic destruction. Welcome to America.

We did maybe our first walk downtown since the world ended. It was very eerie and deserted. One of my favorite parts of Washington Avenue are all of the brightly lit business signs. They were all off now for the first time I can recall. So the streets were abandoned, all the lights were out, and I guess as a result there were no police around either. It was a very uncomfortable post-apocalyptic feel.

Drawful Days

I want to say it's something like day 900 that we've been in covid quarantine. A new person moved into the apartment next door and wanted to say hello in the hallway while I was on my way to get the mail or something. Nice try covid!

One of the highlights of my week was finding this free group drawing game that I like called Drawful 2.

We were looking for a place to walk outside and get some fresh air. We're scared enough about the virus that we don't like even walking near other people in the park. One place we figured out that there's no people right now: strip malls. I took a few pictures of the virus warning signs on various shop doors.

We've been having issues with getting groceries. We only do pickup or delivery, and groceries are in such high demand that we'll order a thing but by the time the employee goes to pick it, the product is gone and we often get nothing. Meat is in especially short supply and so we've been reduced to ordering some stuff we never had before. We are now the proud owners of several pounds of chicken thighs.

Why bother with "fresh food" when you can be a goddamn chilli man? In real America, also known as Springfield, Illinois, we spell chili with two lls. Why? Because freedom, that's why.

I used to live next door to chilli man Joe Defrates when I was a kid. I don't remember much about him except for the fact that he always wanted to talk through our backyard fence, and he would alway give me the toys from his cereal boxes.

We spray and wipe down everything that enters our apartment. If it's paper or cardboard or some other thing that can't be wiped, it goes into a quarantine area for a few days. It's like cootie time-out essentially. You'll notice the mint green flavored rubbing alcohol I scored in action.

Love In the Time of Corona

So the world may be on pause while the coronavirus stalks the streets, which mightily sucks. I will say though that I feel very lucky that this disaster hit at this time in my life. Missing a lot of my 36th rotation is a lot more manageable than missing my senior year of college, a high school Europe trip, or some other sort of irreplaceable life milestone. I'm just going to chill out, stay safe, keep my powder dry and beat life that much harder when the time is right.

Watching business' reaction to this calamity has at times been sickening. They just seem to be single mindedly about money no matter what the cost to the public or their employees. "Sure people are dying in the streets, but come on down to Denny's and buy some bacon and eggs."

The abrupt end to familial connections or social life has led everyone to do a lot of web calls and online gaming. Well it turns out that these services weren't necessarily built to have every soul on earth logged on at once. Many a tear was shed yelling at frozen screens and laggy game connections.

We found this free online Cards Against Humanity ripoff.

Roof? Roof.

Here's to you, outside.

Illinois College's Jacksonville, IL rival, MacMurray College, announced that it would close its doors. Much like the virus itself took the opportunity to claim those that were already old or sick, the present economic climate was murdering organizations that were already weakened by other forces.

My fraternal organization at IC, Phi Alpha Literary Society, didn't have a female organization paired to it, as the other lit societies did. Well we had sort of an unofficial relationship with Phi Nu from Mac. I vaguely recall a few of them but I distinctly remember them having like a group choreographed dance to Prince's "P. Control". As much fun as I had with the girls I never once even considered visiting MacMurray's campus. It seems like a wasted opportunity in retrospect.

On the Roof Again

So today I did the thing that I did yesterday when I was hiding to save my life from cooties. I sat on the roof at drank a beer and watched the world go by like a really attractive hermit.

Stone Xocoveza is like a poor man's Goose Island Bourbon County Stout.

I saw a guy I know at the dog park so I did what I think is the normal response: I texted him a picture of himself and told him I'd been watching him.

USA! USA!