The Bloody Doors Off

Considering how fast the world is changing, my orbit feels impossibly slow today.

Third day of symptoms. The nasal drip has subsided, but I still have a raw throat and low-grade headaches.

A friend graciously offered to make a pharmacy run for my prescriptions. I held a Zoom call with Scott and Sam (collectively, “The Council of Guys^TM“), I emptied and stacked the dishwasher, washed the pots and pans, put away our groceries when they arrived. Even had time to watch Volcano (with what’s-his-fucking-name — oh right, Tommy Lee Jones — and Anne Heche) on TV.

And it’s only 6:40 pm.

This is gonna be one helluva night.

‘Cuz something is coming.

I can feel it in my bones.

But I won’t know what it is until it smacks me in the face.