I woke up to thunder this morning. Mother Nature gave us a week of sunshine, so I'm not going to complain. In fact, the rain has cooled things off a bit, but not too much. Hopefully, I don't give myself another sunburn when the sun comes back.
Our apartment manager is keeping the pool closed this year.
I'm jamming on Hero De Jure. It's weird that being allowed to go places makes me feel better even though I'm not going to many.
However, I did pick up prescriptions for DH and me during lunch. And the root beer stand was open!
There's this little place in town that years ago was an A&W franchise. After A&W shut down, the franchisee decided to keep the place open. They signed an agreement for Coca-Cola's Barq's root beer, and it simply became known locally as the root beer stand. It's been through a few ownership changes. The awning was damaged by a storm a few years ago that officially was called straight line winds, but locals are pretty sure was a tornado.
And then there's the fucking pandemic.
But according to the local news and social media, the root beer stand opened early this year--carry-out only like every other restaurant in the state. DH and I have been trying to go to the root beer stand for the past week. They closed for the entire Memorial Day weekend. They had an equipment problem Tuesday night when we stopped and were in the process of closing up shop.
But this afternoon? When I passed it on the way to the pharmacy, I saw cars there! So after I raced through the pharmacy, I raced back to the root beer stand.
Two Spanish dogs and an order of cheese balls later, I'm in a food coma, laying in front of the TV. This place has the ultimate junk food.
For clarification, a Spanish dog is what other places would call a chili dog, but instead of chili, it's sloppy joe mix. And the cheese balls are deep-fried pepper jack.
Now, it's time to grab some iced tea and get back to Aisha who's been kidnapped along with her baby.
I was awake at 6:00 this morning after only sleeping a couple of hours. At 8:15, I gave up on trying to get some more sleep, got dressed, and drove to McDonald's to pick up breakfast. It's kind of sad they have the freshest tea in town out of all the take-out restaurants.
Before the COVID-19 pandemic, I would have gone to Panera for their bacon and spinach soufflé. That will be the signal that things are back to normal--soufflés will be available again at Panera.
But tea? For me, tea is essential for writing. That, my earbuds, and my Amazon Music subscription. As much as I love my husband, it's hard for both of us to work in our tiny apartment.
Let me amend that. It's hard for me to write original words while he's on the phone with clients and his team members. DH is normally a soft talker.
Until he gets on the phone.
With the pandemic, I've got nowhere to go with my laptop that's safe. Not when I'm in the high-risk group of croaking from COVID-19. The McDonald's drive-thru this morning? Less than five minutes and minimal contact. Sitting in a restaurant for two hours? High probability of contamination even if I were allowed to sit for that long. Which I'm not for anyplace that serves breakfast.
I know other writers who need absolute quiet. Apartment living, along with a spouse who works from home would drive them bonkers. But I learned long ago that music provides white noise and allows me to get into the writing zone. It was simply a matter of training myself. And training others because I learned folks don't bug you in cafés and restaurants when you have wires trailing out of your ears.
So writing at home in the age of corona means earbuds and cranking up the music to provide enough white noise I can't consciously hear DH talking about general ledgers or downed servers. And it helps that temperatures are warming up. The A/C is already chugging along, providing its own white noise.
Over 98,000 dead in the U.S. alone on this Memorial Day, and yet there's no public mourning. The federal government's reaction is atrocious. Even worse, many officials say the dead are simply a price to be paid for our way of life.. What does that say about us as a nation?
This week most states have lifted the last restrictions regarding businesses. Many people are gathering for the long holiday weekend.
Except COVID-19 is not gone. People are still infected, still spreading the infection, and they are gathering in greater numbers than they have in the last two and a half months. With an incubation period of two to fourteen days, what's going to happen in the middle of June?
I didn't post this morning. I'd stayed up until 4 a.m. getting words in on Hero De Jure. By the time I got up, DH and I needed to get some errands run. By the time we got everything done, it was almost time for Jeopardy.
Not that we're obsessed or anything with that show. LOL
One of the stops today was Hallmark. Stores reopened this weekend in Ohio. Normally, I'm buying graduation and birthday cards this time of the year, and I did buy one of each. The rest...the rest were condolence cards.
That's the problem. Death happens, but so many of these were preventable. And a lot of the people also running errands today think they're immune or that COVID-19 is a hoax. I have too many grieving friends to think it's a hoax or that anyone is immune.
So DH and I are tucked back in our apartment for the weekend, cleaning, playing games, and watching TV and movies. Trying to keep ourselves and our loved ones healthy and alive.
I hope everyone has a safe and healthy holiday weekend.
Things have opened enough that the groomer at our vet was able to take appointments. Baby Bella went in yesterday morning. I told the groomer to shave her down.
You see, Bella is a Morkie (a Maltese-Yorkshire hybrid). Their hair, and make no mistake, it IS hair not fur, DOES NOT stop growing. When we adopted her, I thought, no problem. I can take her to a groomer every other month.
*sigh* The last time Baby had a haircut was December. I expected her to join the protests at the State Capitol Building in Columbus, but she couldn't see past the hair covering her eyes to get there.
Even better yesterday, I was able to hit a Starbucks while Bella was getting shaved. I love Starbucks' bacon, gouda and egg sandwiches. I haven't had one since March 12th, four days before the shutdown in our state started. It was worth the risk.
And to make the shaving up to Bella, I got her one, too. Then she got one of her rawhide chew sticks.
That doesn't mean everything's over. I didn't take my safety for granted. I still wore my mask, I was careful about what I touched, and I washed my hands thoroughly--several times.
So, now, Bella and I are ready for another couple months of isolation.
I've temporarily removed the three Millersburg Magick Mysteries from sale on Amazon.
I could fill several blogs with the reasons, but it comes down to COVID-19. This was supposed to be a light-hearted series, a la Scooby-Doo but with real magick. The final results are not what I hoped to accomplish with this series. Add in some mistakes because my head's not in the game. Top it off with supporting friends who've lost loved ones in the pandemic. It all equals to an emotionally fried mind and soul.
I'm planning to re-do this series. It's not normally what I would do as a writer. But y'all deserve my best efforts, and I don't think I delivered. Millersburg Magick Mysteries will be re-released later this summer.
In the meantime, I'll finish Hero De Jure because this story puts me in a much better headspace. Well, superheroes and lemon Oreos do.
I took the last couple of days off. Got some sleep. Read a little. Watched TV. And I feel better than I have after the last two and a half months.
Three months ago, I was packing for Las Vegas, a combined work/vacation trip. It was educational and productive, but I was on my way home and had a short layover in St. Louis when the first death from COVID-19 was announced.
With 87,000 dead across the U.S. now, we are starting to accept the new normal. Well, most of us are. It means masks and hand washing. It means keeping physical distance. It means new procedures just for going to the doctor and grocery shopping.
In a very selfish way, I'm excited that Starbucks is open again. I may not be able to sit at a table to write, but I can pick up a tea or coffee to take home and write.
Plus, DH and I are cleaning the apartment this weekend. In addition to clean sheets, I plan to reclaim my desk from the pile of paperwork and dust bunnies.
It's easy to say you have to be kind to yourself, but sometimes, it's a lot harder to actually do it.
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