The Bloody Doors Off

Living in the time of coronavirus. I am not a fan.

The work just isn’t rolling in, like I’d hoped. I’m half-surviving on CRB, which was cut in half recently, and runs out in October (unless the Liberals get another minority government, and even then, there’s no guarantee they’ll extend it further).

Considering how much we’ve paid for my teeth the past six weeks. And more to come next month.

The obvious answer: cut expenses.

Which would mean giving up basic cable. Which for some fucking reason, I cannot stomach doing. I don’t understand why. It’s just… anathema to the way I was brought up. Carol Burnett, Tim Conway, Mel Brooks. (Okay, the last one makes movies and not television, but they eventually aired on the small screen and I made it a point to watch Blazing Saddles, The Producers, Young Frankenstein et al, any chance I could.)

Yes, I realize we’d still have Netflix and Disney+, both of which are worth it. But I can’t let go of watching news, or stupid game shows, or baseball.

I have a problem.