My tulip seems to have aphids. They are welcome to stay. As long as they stay on the tulip. But soon they will be off to the composting works.
It has been a week since our governor said “Stay Home”. And, I have been largely confined to my apartment. I am a little concerned. I am starting to like this total lack of responsibility. My primary purpose is to stay alive.
Took a shower this afternoon and realized that I could go directly from shower to jammies. Never mind that it was 3 in the afternoon. Dinner tonight doesn’t really make me want to go wait in line for my box-o-dinner. And tomorrow, we get “room service”.
This is breakfast. It seems like elder abuse. Not breakfast. My idea is simple: Management should get this for breakfast. And they shouldn’t be allowed to get anything before they come to the office. Notice the absence of prunes? We almost had a riot last summer when they ran out of prunes for a week.
I have made alternative plans for breakfast. Oh, yes, and tomorrow’s menu includes “root vegetable and yucca” soup. One of my friends wrote:
There are not many choices and are obviously chosen to simply keep them alive…barely. One item is a soup made out of roots and a cactus….can insects be far behind?
I have another plan for tomorrow’s dinner as well. Just because they bring it to my door doesn’t mean that I have to eat it.
I don’t have to change for dinner these days. Or, after tomorrow noon when room service starts ever get dressed at all. But I do need to be sure I look ok on Zoom. This is a strange world, isn’t it?
Gratitude
Grateful at so far The Asylum remains Covid-19 free.
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