Dubious Hygiene
April 8th, 2020
A friend commented, tongue-in-cheek, that her Nexflix account threatened to cancel her contract if she did not
"...shower immediately..."
I quipped back that mine had ask me if I was French, given the condition of my underarms this moment.
The funk and unabated hair is real.
Apparently, isolating socially gives way to a certain laxness in hygiene as well as diet and exercise.
Who knew, right?
(...probably hermits...)
Because I have no desire to dye or braid my armpit hair...and want to sunbathe...a bath and de-furring seem in order here.
This is Day 30 of Self-Isolation
Yesterday Musician (and Icon) John Prine died of Covid-19.
Bojo (Boris Johnson...PM of Britain) is still in intensive care for it.
Indiana has hit 6000 positive cases with over 300 deaths.
The US is now at 423,000 positive with 14,500 deaths
And Worldwide 1,500,000 positive cases with nearly 88,000 deaths.
All but 8 states are in lock-down (Shelter-in-Place Orders)
The eight holdout states all Republican strongholds.
While the rest of America looks on in horror...they are encouraging their people to attend Easter Services at their respective churches this coming Sunday.
It isn't just insane...it is downright Darwinian.
I am seeing some of these people meeting their Lord and Savior in the next few weeks, up close and personal.
It is so sad.
You really can't save people, it seems.
I'd like to say the whole quarantine is getting easier...but I'd be lying.
Sometimes it invades my dreams now.
Who knew that it all came down to being able to sit in a restaurant and hold hands with your lover across a table...but that is where we are at.
Who would have ever believed that you can't even sit down at a restaurant, or go to a pool, or even go to a grocery store without mask and gloves (...when you go at all.)
Insta-Cart is still delivering groceries.
(for now)
and Grub Hub delivery had shrunk to only 4 fast food restaurants now...Taco Bell..KFC..Wendy's..and Burger King.
I feel like we are in the middle of Demolition Man's franchise wars.
(...dear god..don't let Taco Bell win...)
Even my Sofi-Cat is getting sick of chicken.
Easter is this Sunday and there is literally no end in sight to this.
Better get that bath and shave now.
"...shower immediately..."
I quipped back that mine had ask me if I was French, given the condition of my underarms this moment.
The funk and unabated hair is real.
Apparently, isolating socially gives way to a certain laxness in hygiene as well as diet and exercise.
Who knew, right?
(...probably hermits...)
Because I have no desire to dye or braid my armpit hair...and want to sunbathe...a bath and de-furring seem in order here.
This is Day 30 of Self-Isolation
Yesterday Musician (and Icon) John Prine died of Covid-19.
Bojo (Boris Johnson...PM of Britain) is still in intensive care for it.
Indiana has hit 6000 positive cases with over 300 deaths.
The US is now at 423,000 positive with 14,500 deaths
And Worldwide 1,500,000 positive cases with nearly 88,000 deaths.
All but 8 states are in lock-down (Shelter-in-Place Orders)
The eight holdout states all Republican strongholds.
While the rest of America looks on in horror...they are encouraging their people to attend Easter Services at their respective churches this coming Sunday.
It isn't just insane...it is downright Darwinian.
I am seeing some of these people meeting their Lord and Savior in the next few weeks, up close and personal.
It is so sad.
You really can't save people, it seems.
I'd like to say the whole quarantine is getting easier...but I'd be lying.
Sometimes it invades my dreams now.
Who knew that it all came down to being able to sit in a restaurant and hold hands with your lover across a table...but that is where we are at.
Who would have ever believed that you can't even sit down at a restaurant, or go to a pool, or even go to a grocery store without mask and gloves (...when you go at all.)
Insta-Cart is still delivering groceries.
(for now)
and Grub Hub delivery had shrunk to only 4 fast food restaurants now...Taco Bell..KFC..Wendy's..and Burger King.
I feel like we are in the middle of Demolition Man's franchise wars.
(...dear god..don't let Taco Bell win...)
Even my Sofi-Cat is getting sick of chicken.
Easter is this Sunday and there is literally no end in sight to this.
Better get that bath and shave now.
