Still haven’t gotten the turtle. But, I got time. Do I ever have time. Five months of this Covid-19 shit. If I thought it was just the Asylum keeping me locked up, well, I would have broken out a couple of months ago and just rented a furnished apartment on a month to month basis. But, there doesn’t really seem to be anything to actually “do” outside the Asylum. Especially anything that is “safe” for an old woman.
But wait. There is Bermuda. Bermuda requires a Covid test to get on the plane. A Covid test when the plane lands in Bermuda. And then a Covid test every 4 days while you are in Bermuda. And I HAD a Covid test last week. Results should be arriving soon. I could be out of here in 3 hours. Max! I see 2 problems. I would have to change planes in Atlanta. And would have 14 day quarantine when I get back to The Asylum. Still something to think about. There isn’t much to do in Bermuda. But there is an ocean. And public transit is a boat. With lots of ventilation. Even it I don’t do this, I sure as hell enjoyed thinking about doing it.
Gratitude
Grateful for audiobooks.
Mālama pono
Beach or 4 walls? Ten how long before Kailua?