The New Stir Crazy Reality

Everybody has to vent about this coronavirus pandemic at some point, right? And I'm running out of things to do so I'm writing on this blog that I haven't visited in too long. It's true that the world has changed. The whole cooties idea is back, real, and more powerful than ever. You have to go outside and get some sun but if you see anybody out there stay ten feet away. The store shelves are empty. Toilet paper is the most sought after product. Late night talk shows are filming jokes at home with their iPhones. What is the national news like? I don't know. I don't want to. It's too depressing. Twitter gets too serious for me. Too many people are freaking out. I'm almost there. I keep my distance.

I don't want to know how many cases are close by. I just want it to be over. I crave beer now more than ever. My wife comments about every little cough she has. The trepidation is thick in the air. I've taken up oil painting to pass my time. I'm reading too. The kids are blasting Disney Plus. Friends are texting and Zooming. My son's second-grade class did a Zoom this morning. It was so damn sad. Yellow Do Not Enter tape is wrapped around the swings and climbing structures at the park. My basement is full of canned goods. There is an emergency beer stash too. I haven't been grocery shopping since Friday and it sucked. Crowds were everywhere. Maybe 5 people wore a mask. Still no TP available. But we have some here. Not all hope is lost. I'm craving the end of this. I see us all rejoicing. Strangers embracing strangers. Every closed restaurant reopened and packed with happy people smiling from ear to ear with a new appreciation for social togetherness. I hope it's soon. I'm losing it.