Yes, another blog post from the guy who brings you to tears every time he hits that PUBLISH button. COVID. Eric's non-running car. Diana taking Dad grocery shopping. Taco Bell open for pick-up orders today but not tomorrow but open the day after, meaning that a one-mile walk (round trip) to get food is a gamble that not even Las Vegas has seen. Whether I get food there is iffy, though the exercise is certainly good for me. Me sleeping twelve to fifteen hours a night. A lot of random stuff cluttering our garage and front walkway and the back seat of my car (there's a story about all that clutter—I need to give some thought as to how to present this as it's a sticky situation that needs a cautious approach in order to avoid the threat of a lawsuit—seriously! But know that it's a "Long" story in a variety of ways). At our house, 2021 has gotten off to a rather...interesting...start. Maybe 2022 will be normal. You never know. But I'll see what I can come up with regarding any writing about this cavalcade of catastrophes.
First the tale of the lengthy slumber. I get into bed at 1-3am, curl up into a ball under the covers, get warm and pretty much become comatose. (How comatose you ask? I sleep through thunder, earthquakes, traffic and trains passing by only 200 feet away!) Then I wake up in a dimly lit room. Why so dim? Because it's 3:30-4:30 in the afternoon in the middle of January and the sun is riding down the offramp of the day. It's done its job warming the Earth and providing our electricity, and nighttime is coming. Why is my body doing this to me? A good question that only a doctor and lab tests can answer.
But I'm just getting started. 5pm, time to get the mail out front and eat breakfast. Read the paper under the lights, check e-mail, do some fruitless online job searching (since that's where the jobs are, but fruitless because no one responds to me despite having an "awesome" resume, so say some recruiters). Eat lunch and spend some time on Facebook and other sites, do laundry if needed, eat dinner while laundry is going, pay bills if any are due, deal with *GULP* the dreaded DD (this is part of the aforementioned Long story regarding all of the clutter), feed the chinchilla and get to bed. Rinse and repeat daily.
I'll write more about my car and Taco Bell some other time. And maybe even DD.
Things have to change, and no one but I can effect that change. With help and guidance from God—and a blessing or twelve from Him—I can resolve this. All I will say is that this nonsense had better not keep going throughout the rest of this year or else it will beat even the worst that 2020 dished out. Given some of the issues I'm dealing with (not everything is mentioned here, but believe me, I could write volumes), I can easily see why some people decide to call it a life and cash in their chips early, so to speak. Don't worry about me, though—I'm not going anywhere because I have too many things on my kick-the-bucket list, among which is visiting at least a few of the 43 states I haven't been to, visiting Japan, and riding a wooden roller coaster that isn't in California. You can't do those things when you're pushing up daisies. 2021 will be the year that things get back to normal for me—and everyone else...I hope. For me, normal life is generally happy and I'd like for that to return. And I'll bet everyone else will, too.
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