In case you lost track,

today is March 97th. Now that I’ve been f*ck at home for a couple weeks and sentnced to a month more, the reality is starting to sink in. I was pretty chipper at first coming back from the sunshine state, but the color of March in Ohio is not good. I’m putting together my March Sadness bracket in hopes that I can leave it there as I drag into April. This weekend me and Mack Daddy took a drive downtown. It has been under major construction for two years. As if it could possibly look worse, the sheer desolation made it seem like a war zone. Of course, not that many people had been coming down there anyway, but not a car in sight. We navigated through the orange barrels without risk of penalty. Renagades! The only people out were the homeless trudging towards the shelter carrying their plastic bags of belongings. It was a stormy day and I just hated to think where they spent it with everything closed. My field trip wasn’t the refresher I had hoped it would be. However, I have made some progress at home. If you are in a conference call, you can eat ice cream. As long as you take small bites and don’t slurp, it is quite quiet. (Feedback???). Tip for future reference….don’t bring the whole container. Never a healthy choice. Especially if you are lactose intolerant. Governor DeWINE does a press conference every afternoon, so it’s 2:00 somewhere. Hint hint. Got out my puzzle collection yesterday. Starting with the kids versions for warm-up, and when I get to the 1000 pieces it will somehow become a drinking game. As in look at the box and drink. I am declining to decline but it’s going to take some deep thought. Deep. Thought. Not my forte if you’ve been reading my blogues. One of my dearests had a great idea and ordered an electric piano. I dug out all his old piano books and found lots of my old music and thought it was time to start playing again. Good idea! However, when I used to be good I could actually see the music and my back wasn’t killing after a half-hour on the bench. And the piano was in tune and some of the keys didn’t stick. My wee dearests and long gone cats have had their way with that keyboard. But I did find a book with big notes and not too difficult (beginners sniff) so one fine day I will whip open my windows and give my neighbors a magnificent concert. This is the kind of crap I fill my mind with sigh. Mack Daddy’s beard is starting to grow without the barber so will become a new metric. When it hits his waist I think I will run. So not true. You know I don’t run. At least I don’t need to worry about producing a little Coronna Vee. In nine months there will be another baby boom but they have to get their own nomenclature. Disease drop generation? Boredom brew? I’m sure little Charmine and Purelica will have thoughts on that to share with their class. Via Zoom.