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.
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