Ok world. I have spent 139 days or so waiting for something to happen, waiting for something to change, waiting to get my old life back. Actually mourning the loss of my old life. And what it get me? 10 pounds of excess weight. Period.
Time for a new plan. By the time Carlton had been dead for 139 days, I was well on my way to finding a new path. Of course, I knew that he wasn’t going to be coming back. It was sort of over and done. Now, that I think about it. It was easier. So, I’ll not beat myself around the ears with this stick.
Time for a new plan. Time to embrace the chaos that is life in 2020. And accept that it will most likely get way worse on many fronts. Medical, economic, politically. All of this will be exacerbated by my advancing age.
It is going to be one hell of a ride.
The Covid version of fuzzy dice or air freshener trees!
Gratitude
Grateful to have made it this far into 2020 with most of my sanity.
The power came back on yesterday after an outage of about four hours. It was a good checkup for a potential longer outage. I found my flashlight and little radio. Both fired right up. My powerbrick would have recharged my phone about 4 times. As long as the building has generators – there are plugs that will recharge electronics. Inventoried batteries good shape for radio batteries. Should lay in additional flashlight batteries. Possible chaos with the electricity: Weather-related failure, civil unrest, infrastructure hack, EMP event. The list is endless. I always believed in being prepared for a fairly substantial power outage.
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