Sundays seem to be evolving to be no activity days, other than puzzles and paper reading. I finished my prompt response yesterday, and hadn’t written here yet, so I guess it’s time to start getting it back together again, eh?

Great series that was very factual

There was no new movie on HBO last night, so it was all re-runs and patriotic movies like Pearl Harbor and Sands of Iwo Jima. We watched a multi-part series on The History Channel about George Washington that was pretty good. It wasn’t that I learned a lot from it. It was that they had sufficient real, historical input that it wasn’t the usual overblown collection of hyperbole. Washington was the right guy in the right place at the right time, who had a knack for knowing when to bend and when to be strict. Clearly his participation in the revolution was either divine providence or bad karma for George III – or maybe both.

It’s As Good as Could be done at the time

But these days, everybody is wanting to criticize the creators of the Constitution for postponing the real reckoning on slavery. OK, yeah, they did that, but what would we have been for the last 233 years without it? Likely either a banana republic, or an amalgamation of different countries like Europe. I think that’s where we’re headed now, with or without that document. Criticizing it is just the first step to trying to change it, then ignoring it and finally doing away with it. There are plenty of examples in history and in other countries where this has occurred. We are well on our way.

Episode 2 was marvelous; we’ll see about the third installment

I am looking forward to watching the third episode of Perry Mason tonight. The series got off to a very slow start, but the second episode was terrific. I love well written, well acted shows that are written for a broad audience. The exception to this rule might have been The King of Staten Island, directed by Judd Apatow. I think I mentioned it in a previous post, and said I liked it. Clearly it was directed at Pete Davidson’s fan base, Gen Z’ers? I liked it for a whole different set of reasons than they would. First, Judd was smart to include a few very professional actors in the cast: Marisa Tomei as Pete’s mother and Steve Buscemi as a fire fighter (which he was before he became an actor). Buscemi’s presence gave the group a certain gravitas that was needed. And Tomei is so polished yet natural, that you could easy see a mother/son relationship between her and Pete. But kudos to Apatow for taking on a very difficult topic and handling it with great care, while making it entertaining. That doesn’t happen too often. By golly, I think these kid directors are growing up! By the way, he wrote the script too, with another SNL writer and Pete, who is very good at playing himself. Gee, I should hope so, eh?

Including the Staff

Kirsten resigned her job at the correctional facility, a decision I fully supported. They were ludicrous in their requests that she handle cases that had just been transferred in from other facilities that were loaded with Cvirus. There were several articles about prisons in California doing the same thing and spreading infections to many of the inmates. Coincidentally, one of her partner’s co-workers also tested positive for the virus, so everybody is in quarantine for a couple of weeks. When it rains..you know the rest. But I have to say she’s all about figuring out what to do next and being about getting it done. Kudos to my baby girl!

Did I mention that Emily got a job at Duffy’s Sports Grill? If I did, forgive me for being redundant. But here’s another example of one of the kids beginning to grow up. Now she needs to get her learner’s permit and then her license to drive a car. Lucky mom and dad having to put her on their insurance, eh? Kudos to Emily!

Where my garden gnome will end up after a Cat 7 hurricane hits

I hear thunder outside – guess it’s gonna rain again. That’s alright – it cools things off from these very hot days. There’s not much that can be done with the front garden anyway, so we’re just keeping things at bay until cooler weather arrives – or a hurricane to blow the whole thing to Pahokee. Time will tell.

My temperature is 98.6° F. My blood oxygen is 99% and my heartbeat is 70 bpm. No problema aqui.


I’m texting with Robin as I write this. Yesterday she was sounding totally overwhelmed by life after returning to work. She had a half day off today, so maybe she’s had a chance to catch her breath and relax a bit. We can only hope.

Boys & Their Toys? Nope – Girls!

John is buying a new Jet Ski that will be delivered next Tuesday. He has two, but one of them doesn’t run and the other is iffy but still runs. So he wants to gather together with the kids by their apartment and have everyone play with the machines. I volunteered a picnic lunch, but no thanks on jumping on the jet ski for me. Jopie agrees so we’ll cater while they play. Seems like a fair deal to me. They all have a lovely beach on the east side of their apartment complex that is on the intercoastal. It has picnic tables and would be ideal for that kind of activity.

And to Add Insult to Injury? No tartar sauce

Duffy’s Sports Grill is back open again so we ordered take out from there for dinner. The guys said their salmon was good. I ordered fried shrimp and sweet potato fries, but everything but the hush puppies were soggy when they got here. I keep forgetting that bar food doesn’t work as a takeout. It always tastes like it was either made yesterday (like ribs) or it is soggy (like my shrimp). Back to cooking. Need to get back to Aldi’s to get a whole chicken to spatchcock and bake with a chutney sauce. It’s a recipe from Milk Street Cooking, and it looks good. Gotta be better than my soggy fries.

Key word: reconcile, but nothing without violence

I’ve started work on the sequel to the Suffer the Children series. The new series will be titled The Reconvening, as it involves the disparate parts of the country reconvening after the cyberattack and subsequent breakup. My young female character from the previous series carries on and carries the day in the story. It will be very spiritual, much more so than the first series. I’m thinking of being the editor for a new New Testament, since my soon-to-be departed character’s name is Mathew – with one ‘t’. I think it’s going to be quite challenging, but a worthwhile effort. Sequels seldom match the original, so I don’t want that to be the case here. It’s gotta sing and soar.

This little piece of cloth may save your life or the life of someone else if you become infected

54,000 cases of Cvirus today, and Florida has the distinction of having moved into 4th place in terms of #’s of cases. Our death rate is far below that of New York and New Jersey, but at the rate we’re having people afflicted with this illness, in a couple of weeks we should be giving them a run for their money. It is so incredibly stupid that all we have to do is stay a few feet apart from one another and wear a mask. Neither of those things are difficult to accomplish, yet the number of cases – and deaths – keeps on relentlessly. As previously pointed out, the death to case ratio is still slowly dropping, but will it continue to do so after we process all these cases? I doubt it. All these kids are gonna infect their elders and we will see deaths. I just don’t want to be included in that statistic. So I have a feeling we’ll be Zooming with our grandchildren after school starts. If the numbers are this big now, I fear they will be bigger in September. We shall see. Maybe our idiot president is right, and it will magically disappear. I’m expecting a dollar under my pillow from the tooth fairy too. Same likelihood.

My former boss, Dan McIntire, has also become an author in retirement, and quite a good one! He likes James Lee Burke style murder mysteries, so he’s writing one, reclaiming his knowledge of west central Florida politics and dynamics. I’ve read seven chapters out of his total of 26. He’s awfully good at conveying the essence of the area, just as Ray is about the area around Carabelle in the panhandle. I guess they both followed the advice to write about what you know. I certainly didn’t: right now I’m in dry and barren Arizona, ready to take my character on a quest back to Colorado and the Kingdom of Heaven ranch she occupied twenty years – after a cyberattack a lifetime -ago. I love reading others’ writing. I learn from it, and it sharpens my sense of timing and word choices. We shall all carry on! Can’t wait to read more.

My temperature is 98.2° F. My blood oxygen is 97% and my heartbeat is 76 bpm. Still there and still square.


I’m starting the quarantine count over again, as I mentioned yesterday. Kiernan was here for about an hour, and of course I felt compelled to give her lots of squeezes, hugs and kisses. So if she’s a superspreader, some time between 2 days and 2 weeks from now, I’ll get the bug. We can only hope she isn’t.

Where the writing group meets

I got an e-mail from the old Lake Park writing group today. The leader apparently forgot I was there before, and has invited me to join. They won’t be meeting this Saturday because of the 4th of July, but they will pick up again on the 10th. They’ve fixed the issues I had with them before..no more sitting around waiting for the reading to be completed. Now everyone sends their work out ahead of time seeking critique. Also, it’s virtual on Zoom, which is just peachy keen from my perspective. I really don’t fancy being cooped up in a small room at a musty library exchanging aerosol fluids. No, no way.

Robert Johnson

I’m about 2/3 of the way through Balancing Heaven & Earth. It was written by an admirer of the author (one of those “by” and “with” books). What is clear to me is that the guy who’s the ‘with’ really doesn’t grasp what it means to be in touch with cosmic consciousness. I’m not sure I could adequately define it. All you can do is try to describe something that is really indescribable, so you do the best you can. All I know is, I think the guy who is in touch with this consciousness can’t write about it either, so I don’t feel so bad. But here’s the thing: Robert Johnson, the ‘by’ guy, described a dream he had that was so profound in its implications, he was summoned to meet with the man himself, Carl Jung, to discuss it. About ten days ago, I had a dream that was nearly identical, except the person he befriended he called the Buddha and I just said it was some person helping me. But I had this dream before I read the book. I dismissed it as just another wacky product of my imagination, until I read the book. Elaine and I discussed the dream for nearly the full hour today. So there was a whole lot in it that confirms what I already knew: that I am about to embark on a spiritual journey. Why am I talking about this? Because I’m not sure I want to be distracted by joining another writing club. I may attend on the 10th, and then let it slide. Oh hell, there I go again. It’s not possible to control it, so why am I setting aside time when the ‘thing’ comes on its timetable, not mine? I hope that makes a modicum of sense. Clearly I’m trying to figure this all out myself.

My Relief and Protector

Talking with Clemmie, a person dead for 76 years, is just the beginning, step 1 of this journey, the prelims, if you will. Once I crossed that threshold, it prepared me for the next steps, confronting my parents about my childhood. In that scenario, Clemmie was my relief from that confrontation, my protector if you will. But now I’m ready to absorb him into myself and become my own protector.

My temperature is 97.6° F. My blood oxygen is 97% and my heartbeat is 70 bpm. Good goin’.


Kiernan was here today for about an hour. Given what I wrote yesterday, does that mean I have to restart the quarantine count? Guess so, tomorrow.

100,000 deaths a day – no bueno

About that July 4th death prediction of 130,000: we already exceeded that, and it’s three days early. Guess opening up helped get us to our goal a few days early. Oh, but wait! This is a bad thing. People dying in a pandemic is no joke, but you’d never know that, paying attention to the way our leadership is dealing with it. Fauci predicting we could get to 100,000 cases per day is also no joke. But with today’s number over 51,000, we’re definitely working on getting to that level of contagion. Oh my.

But here’s a very odd thing. I keep looking at the ratio of deaths to cases, and the number is decreasing, as previously mentioned. Now it isn’t decreasing quickly, mind you..a hundredth of a percent every couple of days – but nonetheless, decreasing. How to explain this?

Are Deaths Going to Increase in a Couple of Weeks? We’ll See

First fact: the lag time between cases and death is about a month. So today’s dead, in theory, contracted the virus around the end of May. That was after a couple of months of social distancing and restaurants, bars, gyms, movies and bowling alleys all shut down. Then we opened up a couple of weeks ago. That would suggest the ratio of deaths to cases in about another two weeks should begin to climb, likely as slowly as it’s dropping. That assumes no improvements in medical care which save more lives. We’ll have to evaluate that in two weeks’ time – so let’s say on July 15th. I’ll make a note to look at that then.

The water softener guy came back today and make some more adjustments. I hope that fixes the problem and we can go back to having soft water. It is not pleasant taking showers with hard water – by the time I get to my legs, there’s no soap left on the washcloth.

Jerry Ruhl – Happy Now?

I’m about half way through the book Balancing Heaven and Earth by Robert Johnson and some other guy. I’m too tired to look it up, so live with it. Apparently he also is in touch with cosmic consciousness which likely isn’t the same as the ‘other side’. I’m not sure. But he does write about the loneliness of being in a crowd and satisfaction in solitude. I can relate to that. More as I get further into the book – and am less tired.

That’s all for this evening – I’ll do a better job tomorrow. Promise.


It seems like just about every day scientists learn something new about the Cvirus. The latest news is about so-called ‘superspreaders’.

Mr. 80 for 20

This appears to be likely an example of Pareto’s Law, which has been with us since the beginning. You know, Pareto’s Law? It’s the Principle, really, that says 80% of the effects come from 20% of the causes. Vilfredo Pareto figured this out at the University of Lausanne, Switzerland in 1896. It is noteworthy for how often it appears in our lives.

The 80 for 20 is likely accurate down to the zip code level. This comports with the superspreader notion

Earlier, I’d noticed that 80% of the cases in the US were occurring in 20% of the states. Drilling down to Florida, 80% of the cases were occurring in 20% of the counties. It is likely that the 80 for 20 is also true for zip codes within the county, if you could somehow access that data in a convenient way. You can find it on Rebekah Johnson’s ArcGIS map, but it wouldn’t be that easy to access the data to do the calculation. Anyway, we’ll assume it’s so.

So many people to infect; so little time

But now, we are considering the possibility that 20% of people that get the virus are responsible for spreading it to 80% of the new ‘hosts’ that haven’t yet been so afflicted. These are the super-spreaders, and they occur 80% of the time in the younger generation, the cut off being age 60. So it’s ok to hang out with old people, but avoid them youngsters – they can shed virus like nobody’s business.

So what are the implications of this fact? Yes, Virginia, we’re talking about when school starts. These little curtain climbers will go back to school, give the virus to one another, and then bring it home to grandma and grandpa, who will get very ill from the virus.

Sing your troubles away?

So is there no hope? Nothing that can be done? So far, the advice is not to hang out at the bar, elbow to elbow with young folks tippling and shouting at one another. Also, gotta give up that karaoke bar. No singing ’til there’s a vaccine. Oh, damn..and I was so hoping to go sing Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen at a karaoke bar. Puh lease.

And what’s the market up to? Yo-yoing between 25 and 27k on the Dow. Money is just going around those infamous musical chairs. It will be thus until something fundamentally changes, one way or the other. When Fauci says we could have 100k cases per day, I think he believes there’s nothing that can stop the virus. That puts a damper on the market. The next day, there’s a news release about some new drug trial that looks promising. The market goes up. Up down, up down…enough to make a body dizzy. The answer? Wear your mask and stay away from the stock market.

That might be a bit extreme!

Baseball is supposed to start at the end of July. How long will it stay open? Will staff and players get sufficiently sick to close it down again? Will the owners cry in their beer about how much money they’ve lost this season? Answers: likely about a month. Probably. Definitely. There you have it! Will I watch? Not likely. Half a season probably won’t even get noted in the stat books, all things considered. Might be fun to watch the Astros play and get heckled to death. Get out your trash can to beat on, everyone!

My temperature is 98.0 F. My blood oxygen is 97% and my heartbeat is 76 bpm. Feelin’ barely satisfactory (too much stale air – not enough outside time, alas).


It was a super hot day today, aggravated by the Saharan dust in the air. I did not venture out any farther than the garage. The AC has been running continuously today, trying to keep up with the temperature outside. It’ll be like this for the next four days. Not cool..

Cvirus may be more like HIV than we originally thought

Interesting piece in the NY Times by Gina Kolada, their science writer about – of course, Cvirus. It seems researchers are learning more and more about this little bug, and the story is getting uglier. Let me ‘splain.

Where Dr. Farzin of Scripps opined that there was a missing element in kids’ lower lung area that kept them from getting really sick from the virus, new research has a new explanation. It appears that the Cvirus acts like HIV in killing one’s Tcells, or at least causing them to go off in multiple directions instead of concentrating on killing the virus. The ultimate survival mechanism, right? Kids do well with the virus because their thymus makes lots and lots of Tcells, so as fast as the virus kills them, they make new ones. Us old folks’ thymus doesn’t function all that well, so when we lose our Tcells, we’re on our way to losing the battle with the virus. That sheds some doubt on the idea of immune system suppression, versus antivirals as the optimal treatment. Great. Here I thought we’d all be saved with dexamethasone. Back to the drawing board. And back to hunkering down and finding ways to get groceries delivered instead of going to Publix, where folks just seem to dislike wearing dem masks. You know, out here they be a bunch of hard core folk, eh? Guess I’ll give Instacart a try tomorrow.

There’s a Lot Going on we aren’t aware of; that’s where communication with the ‘other side’ comes in

Kirsten and I had a really long talk today. She was sharing her reactions to my Clemmie sequel, and asking me a lot of pointed questions about my feelings about the whole thing. It was a great talk. She has become my guide in reaching for better emotional health and maturity. She’s been through so much herself, and of course she’s a mental health professional. I don’t think I’d have made it this far without her help. But she still doesn’t fully understand the how and why of communicating with ‘the other side’ as everyone likes to call it. I think Elaine explained that so well. It’s just part of the 80% of our intellect that is in the unconscious. There are many connections between the unconscious and the ‘other side’ that only make sense if you actually experience it. She compared it to Erik and being in a war zone. If you haven’t been there, you just don’t get it. I think that was a very astute observation.

Crown Molding in the Bedroom will look nice

I think I’d like to add crown moulding to the other bedroom like it is in here. It looks so nice, and it really adds a nice touch to the room. I’ll need to come up with a complete decorating idea for the room and then implement it with the moulding. The writing room turned out so nice, it’s encouraging to think the other bedroom could be too. I hate messy rooms!

My temperature is 98.1° F. My blood oxygen is 96% and my heartbeat is 72 bpm. On track, here.


The Clemmie sequel is finished..as of this afternoon. I created three endings, which was a good tip from Ray. The first ending is for Erik, who likes it when they all live happily ever after. The second ending was for my dark, Stephen King-inspired soul (bleak and dark) and the third which is a compromise between the two with a little twist at the end. All in all, I’m pretty happy with it.

The First in the Series

Now it’s on to the Redemption story that is to follow the Suffer the Children series. I have a complete outline for it, so it should flow pretty easily. It’s just a question of starting it, and then setting time aside every day to write. No problem, right? Nothing much else going on in theory. But somehow there’s always something else that tries to take me away from the story creation. It’s a matter of discipline and a bit of luck that things stay calm.I need to have the first book in the series finished before September, so hurricane season doesn’t interrupt. It’s hard to write by candlelight with a quill and ink…ha ha?

I read a review of a movie about Ukraine in the 30’s. Allegedly this film is now out on Netflix..hold on, let me check. Nope. It’s available to BUY on Amazon Video for $20. No thanks. Guess I’ll have to wait. Anyway, the movie is called Mr. Jones, the title character being a Welsh journalist trying to get the story out about the Stalin-caused famine in Ukraine in the 30’s when parents literally ate their children. There was a tiny strain of that idea that prompted me to write Suffer the Children. In Ukraine, they were literally starving. In my story, they only fear starvation until it is upon them after a cyberattack on the US. So this is a story with which I am familiar, and it highlights the absolute despotism of leaders like Stalin who hated the Ukrainians for their independent ways. Ironically, after Stalin died and Khruschev took over, he gave the Crimea to Ukraine, I suppose thinking the Soviet Union would last forever, and it was just a little line move on a map, right? Well, fast forward 65 years, and Ukraine is an independent country. Putin wanted his real estate back, and he got it. Now, apparently, there’s talk he wants all of eastern Ukraine back. Would we do anything to stop him? Not likely. I will be eager to see the movie when it’s available via streaming. Apparently this is why James Norton left the PBS/BBC series Grantchester to go and freeze in Kiev. Go figure. That’s him in the picture. Quite a good actor, I think.

Suffering thru self isolation or out on the protest lines? Both, I suppose

Reading on in The End of October about an influenza pandemic, the author actually uses the line “We’re all in this together.” Kind of eerie, isn’t it, or is there some manual somewhere with appropriate catch phrases to use in case of pandemic? So far they were unsuccessful in containing the virus in Mecca, and it’s spreading everywhere – even to turkey farms. Oh my! I do love a good turkey sandwich. Maybe I’ll put that on next week’s menu – open face turkey sandwiches with gravy and stuffing. Yummy!

It’s just for the fruit – really?

I haven’t been doing much baking lately – just a strawberry spoon cake a few days ago. I need to get more fruit into the fellas, and I do have some pie crust, so maybe I’ll make an apple pie. Erik loves apple pie, and John seemed to like the one I made last time, using Emily’s favorite recipe. Of course a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top makes it less about getting fruit into the guys and more a dessert they will eat up in a few days. Whatever it takes, right? Remember what Mary Poppins said about a spoonful of sugar and medicine…

Apparently cousin Jim is out of the hospital and doing OK. That is wonderful news, and I send him our warmest thoughts as he recovers. He’s bruised and battered, so there’s definitely some pain, but nothing was broken. It was a good thing he turned to the right at the last moment. It could have turned out very differently, otherwise.

That’s about it for now..my temperature is 97.8° F. My blood oxygen is 97% and my heartbeat is 76 bpm. Cool.


I’m in the home stretch of finishing up the Clemmie sequel. A couple more (4?) pages and I’ll be finished. I do not want to rush it, because if I do, I won’t be happy with it. It has to end on just the right note, so I can leave it alone and move on to another project.

The Man and the Book – Super Good

I’ve gotten about a hundred pages into Lawrence Wright’s The End of October, which is about an influenza pandemic which was carried to Mecca via an infected Indonesian going to the Hajj. I like Wright’s writing; he more than lives up to his name. I don’t see it on the NY Times Best Seller list. I guess people don’t want to be reminded about their current situation. But his work is quite good, with his short chapters and realistic scenarios. To say it mirrors current reality is not to underplay how accurate his work is. It’s nothing short of amazing. Being a fellow apocalypse-predictive writer, I admire his pacing and the quality of the dialogue. I will read it with relish!

Gotta Have Hope

If I can finish the Clemmie sequel tomorrow, then I can start on the Redemption story on Thursday. I haven’t figured out how I want to handle the Chapter titles yet. I want something simpler this time, maybe show tunes or titles of old movies – nah. I’ll let my subconscious think about that and by Thursday I’ll have it figured out. I like the idea of something positive and uplifting instead of the ‘misery & grovel’ as Erik calls it in my usual writing. Gotta have hope? For sure.

Robin’s going back to work tomorrow. Her two-ago old job called her and asked her to come back to run the whole billing department. Her unemployment was set to run out in a couple of weeks, so this is very timely. Colter’s job is safe, at least until the end of the calendar year. Maybe by then Pratt will see his value and invite him to work there as an employee instead of as a contractor. That would be a real blessing. I must confess I look at the daily Zillow ads for houses for them. It would be so lovely if they continued to live in Palm Beach County so I can continue to see at least two of my granddaughters grow up. But we shall see..one day at a time.

We are Getting Ready for the Big Blow after August

Erik has been working diligently on keeping things tidy in the yard, and at the same time getting everything prepared for hurricane season. We have all the equipment, so now we need the electrician to come and install the box. Then we can try the whole outfit out to see if it will work as planned. Fingers crossed.

Good thoughts go to Jim and Family – stay healthy and safe

Good thoughts go to my cousin Jim, who was involved in a serious accident yesterday. Sadly, the people in the other car didn’t make it, but Jim got away with just bruises. From the angles of the cars when they came to rest, he attempted to avert the crash by turning to the right so they hit in his left, front quadrant. That likely make for far less injury potential than if he’d been t-boned or hit head-on. Get out of the hospital, and recover soon, cousin.

Finally, I’ve been looking at some of my book acquisitions through the years, generally reflective of things that interest me. Nonetheless, I must have good taste. All together, about six of my books’ total worth runs about a grand, according to competitive editions in Amazon. That is so cool. I’d better keep an inventory – otherwise, when I’m gone the kids will sell them all for a nickel each. Nooooo!

My temperature is 97.9° F. My blood oxygen is 97% and my heartbeat is 77 bpm. No problemos aqui. Muy bien.


I’ve started reading Lawrence Wright’s book about the pandemic, End of October. I’m only about 40 pages in, but I like what I read so far. His research is thorough, and there’s enough action to sustain my interest. His chapters are like mine: short, about 6 pages long on average. I like that because things move along quickly and he jumps right into the action without a lot of preliminary blah da de blah. Good writing!

Pork Chops – tough but the topping was tasty!

So far I’m sticking to the menus I make on Sundays. It’s less expensive than takeout, and it avoids the syndrome of going to the store too many times for ingredients thought up at the last minute. Tonight it was pork chops (tough, even though I brined them), leftover mac and cheese and grilled broccoli. Pork is so expensive, I think the cut I got – on sale at $6.79 a pound, which is double what it was a few months ago – needed to be brined overnight or slow cooked in a marinade that included some kind of acid like wine or vinegar. I’ll know better if I buy pork again. Maybe I need to check out Aldi’s pork to see if I can get a better cut for about the same price.

I’ve had a sore throat all afternoon, but it feels like post nasal drip irritation. I sure hope so. We’re 5 days in from finding out about Kiernan’s friend with the fever. Nobody else is showing any symptoms, so that’s good. I’m just going to assume it’s my allergies from not getting enough fresh air. The only place I went today was the library and Publix to get a sub for lunch.

To Live or To Die? That is the Question – maybe both

I know how I need to finish the Clemmie sequel. Tomorrow I’ll try to make serious headway in getting there. As previously mentioned, my plan is to have it done by the end of the week and ship it off to Editor Sherry. I’m still not entirely sure about the final detail of the ending: to live or die in the ICU. Depends on how I feel that day – or better yet, how about three or four different endings, depending on which parallel universe you occupy? Ooh, I like that idea!

My cute little gingham curtains from Wal Mart arrived on Saturday. Now I’m just looking for the spring rod to put them up in the window in the guest bathroom. Once that’s done, a few accessories and I’m finished. I’ll provide pix when it’s done. It’ll look much better than before.

Guess that Answers My Question

That’s it for now – gonna call Sherry and see what’s cookin’ there. My temperature is 98.5° F. My blood oxygen is 97% and my heartbeat is 79 bpm. I’m gonna see if I can find Google Duo for the PC. That way I can sit here and talk instead of competing with the television.


One Hundred days of self isolation. No restaurants, no movies and no gym. But also no Cvirus. Life is just a series of tradeoffs, eh?

Pretty Good Flick, but Damon looks too young

We watched Ford vs Ferrari last night on HBO. The movie was actually better than I expected, since it’d gotten some bad reviews. I thought it deserved better, as the story kept both our attentions (a rarity) for the whole movie. Christian Bale was well cast as Ken Miles, but somehow I could not picture Matt Damon as Carroll Shelby. He’s still got that young, Good Will Hunting aura about him. I thought they should have cast Matthew McConnaughey as Carroll. His is a better physical likeness, as allegedly Shelby was fairly tall. If you reflect on his performance in the movie he won an Oscar for (remember the name? Probably not..me either..have to look it up. The Dallas Buyer’s Club.) Other than being real skinny (he was supposed to be dying of AIDS), he played a character with very similar traits to the real Shelby. I think it’s consensus that casting Damon was just about selling tickets to see the movie, ala Brad Pitt in Ad Astra. Bad, bad movie. Guess McConnaughey hasn’t lived down Interstellar yet. Bad, very bad movie.

Paddleboard, Goodbye!

The kids picked up their final board this afternoon, this one Robin’s paddle board. Now they have them all, including a small one for Kiernan. The family that paddleboards together stays together! Slowly but surely we’ll regain control of the garage space. That is a good thing!

Kirsten texted me about last night’s Trumplethinskin rally in Tulsa, and commented about how the kids reserved all the tickets and then, naturally, didn’t show up. I thought that was positively delicious, and so did she. It will be interesting to see how he gets around the ticket process for the next rally. Also, it’ll be interesting to see how many of those unmasked folks sitting cheek by jowl will test positive for the Cvirus in about ten days. There were some folks who look like they might have underlying conditions (old age, portliness, etc) in the audience. Good luck to y’all. To paraphrase Scrooge, “let them get the virus and die, decreasing the surplus population of fools.”

And the Trend Continues Upward

Once again, Florida is winning the race for the most Cvirus cases in the country. At the moment, Worldometer is reporting 19,833 cases in the US, and Florida’s share of them is 3,494. The ratio of deaths to cases continues to drop very slowly, hundredths of a percent every 2 or 3 days. With the protests and Tulsa rally, I think it’s possible that diminishing trend will flatten and we may see a temporary upsurge. Florida has seen 97,291 people become infected. The projection is to see 18,675 Cvirus deaths in this state by October. That is a a 430% increase in deaths over the summer and early fall. Offhand, I’d say the state government’s been doing a less than stellar job of keeping its citizens safe. I would prefer not to be one of those citizens that get sick.

I’m about 80% finished with the Clemmie second story, and it’s gotten rather intense. I’d like to finish it up and ship it off to Sherry for editing by the end of next week. Then I can start on the redemption story. It needs to be told before anything else bad happens.

My temperature is 98.0° F. My blood oxygen is 97% and my heartbeat is 60 bpm. That’s pretty low; I must be really calm today.