Waiting. Waiting. More Waiting. Waiting for Covid-19. There isn’t any science to tell folks what to do about Covid-19. Well, beyond the common sense hygiene suggestions. These same suggestions were made 100+ years ago.
Our Asylum being part cruise ship and part nursing home is sort of in a quandary. They really haven’t a clue. Not their fault. There isn’t a clue to be had anywhere. SO, they seem to be doing the “Let’s just throw every at it and hope that something just happens to work.” The other extreme would be to do nothing and hope for the best. Seems to be that either option has a chance of working. But, The Asylum’s option would help the most in case of a law suit.
They took the self serve soft ice cream machine away today. That is sort of the end of life on the planet as we know it. Bet the Jacuzzi goes tomorrow. They took the salt and pepper shakers away yesterday.
I fear that I will be nailed in my room by this time next week.
But, I escaped for dinner tonight at an Ethiopian restaurant with a few of my adventurous friends. We had dinner with a couple of young women who used to work here at The Asylum. Isn’t that too cool. They wanted to see us. And, they even bought our dinner. It was really special.