Begining my second week in “serious” lockdown.
When you are in prison, the worst thing that they can do is execute you. The second worst thing is they put you in solitary.
Woke up at about 6:30 AM and it promised to be a nice sunrise. So, I popped the GoPro on the window sill and started my day.
It was a strange day. But all these days are strange. I sort of grumbled that the directions about what to do with the great big meal bags was confusing. Well, guess who ended up laying on the floor taking pictures of plastic boxes and paper bags.
Which yields this:
You would have to live here to understand why this matters. The sign will not win any design contests.
Then late this afternoon Bad Bunny from DIY Lockdown – day 11 of xx was reported MIA. Gotta make a wanted poster for him tomorrow.
Also on tap for tomorrow is plow through all the pictures I took (with the totally wrong lens) of a concert by ** news flash ** an R&B group. The concert was outside. And most likely violated the spirit of our state lockup rules. But, it was good.
The Orange One. Yes, he still exists. According to the NY Times just now: President Trump on Tuesday said that he planned to stop United States funding of the World Health Organization while reviewing its role in what he described as “severely mismanaging and covering up the spread of the coronavirus.” I would like to withhold funding from The Orange One.
Incoming email. A staff member at our sister Asylum tested positive for Covid-19. Unfortunately, that staff member worked on their skilled nursing unit.
Gratitude
My replacement credit card arrived early this morning. Grateful to have plastic again.
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