Schools reopening

There's been a lot of discussion regarding schools reopening in the fall. All of these 'hybrid' plans seem convoluted. Simply throwing open the doors is reckless.

I've told every graduating senior to either sign up for online classes, or take a gap year.

Schools are the worlds biggest germ stew, and no matter how it happens, it's gonna be a mess.

Recovery binge

When I'm in the throes of an illness, I nearly always experience ups and downs. Some of those ups may seem like a recovery, and I've been fooled in my youth. But there's a common element to a genuine recovery.

I get insanely hungry.

This respiratory ailment that beset me (and, frankly, worried me), began to fade not long after my last blog post about it. I felt confident not in my lack of symptoms, but in my newly emptied fridge.

Also felt good not being sick.

Pneumon-what?

Good news: I no longer have bronchitis.
Bad news: I've been upgraded to pneumonia.

The time off work would be nice if I could do anything more than lounge around like unset Jello.

BronWHAT

I've been tired a lot. Like more than I should be. Then this spot on my neck started getting sore. (Dr Google told me it was a swollen lymph node, but his is an honorary degree, so I need to take it with a grain of salt) Then came a dry cough, felt like a chest cold.

Note: this is not the time to "man up" and push through it.

My doctors office felt like an isolation room. The reception area like a decontamination chamber. For a fleeting moment, I felt like I was in The Andromeda Strain.

The sample collected said bronchitis.

Bronchitis... in July. All things considered it could be worse. But then the doctor told me to isolate for a week.

Again. After my workplace was shut down for 5 weeks, then again for another 2 weeks, I actually don't want to. At least those times I could work on some projects, and I did what I could given the uncertainty. But now, just staying at home and doing nothing?

I'm going stir crazy.

BLOCK

Honestly I just don't know what to blog about anymore. I want to go on my big vacation, but I'm half afraid the world is going to collapse while I'm disconnected.

It would be nice to know if I'm coming home to a smoldering ruin or not.

Fathers "day"

My kids aren't really old enough to do anything for fathers day yet (my oldest is 11, so while he can be creative, he doesn't have much in the way of means, nor has his mother been to a store since March. 2020 has been in interesting year to say the least). This means that pretty much everything is coming straight from my wife.


So for fathers day this year "my kids" got me some camping stuff. I'm excited for my trip to the boundary waters (unless civilization collapses first, fingers crossed), and this is only fanning the flames.

Chop chop

I managed to get a haircut. When I rolled in there, they pulled up my number and it said I hadn't been in since January. Fortunately it also said what my normal haircut was, which helps because six months later I forgot. I lost a wig's worth of hair. I can see without having to brush it away from my eyes. My post-shower towel is much drier than it used to be.

I turned 40 this past Sunday. I remember being very self conscious when I turned 30, but apparently it wasn't on my mind when I was blogging. I was apparently more willing to talk about getting my first smartphone. (Note: the LG Ally was a massive piece of crap) This time, it doesn't seem to bother me.

I guess I just have better things to worry about.