This sh&t is getting weird.
Someone eats an undercooked bat that he got from a “wet market” in Wuhan China last December, and on April 6th at 9pm, my soon to be 20 year old Son is baking a cake with his Mom. This is what life is like during the year of the corona 2020.
I haven’t driven a car in a week. Tonight, I had to run to Walgreens where the girl at the drive through rolled her eyes at me because I questioned the price of my prescription.
We are supposed to be extra nice to our fellow humans during this difficult time, but perhaps the New Yorker in me (even though I moved to Florida in 1971, it still lingers) welcomed a little of her A-hole attitude. “Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me. I just wanna know why the damn prescription costs as much as a leg of lamb?” Lighten up lady.
By the way, 8pm on a Monday night and US 1 was empty, nobody on the road except for 20 cars in the McDonalds drive through (so much for staying in shape, huh)?
Meanwhile, Our Son..AJ, who should be whooping it up with his college buddies as a sophomore at THE University of Florida, is baking a cake with his Mom, taking the garbage out and fishing with his old man, just like he was still 10 years old. Part of me feels lucky to have him around, but it’s not right. We must be driving him nuts. That’s our job.
Hope is all we have right now, so let’s hope that this thing ends, and he can go back to school, everybody can go back to work, and we can have football in the fall....with or without fans.