You have no idea how badly I’d like to see him working on this. He’d have this bullshit sorted out and cured by the end of the week.
Prime just got back from his mother’s; she made us some masks that we can wear when we leave the house and go to work. Today, I went in sporting a yellow mask that she had given me Saturday night. It may not have been much, but it helped my anxiety.
This isn’t normal. None of this is normal. But it may have to be normal.
Prime’s brother, Claymore, has been called up by the Guard. According to him, we’re looking at another six or seven weeks of this.
A tiger in a zoo has COVID-19; the poor creature caught it from a zookeeper who was shedding the virus. It’s expected to recover.
Boris Johnson is in ICU, due to COVID-19. He didn’t take it seriously and now it seems the virus is teaching him a terrible lesson.
Donald Trump joked about having sex with models during one of his coronavirus pressers. I wish I was kidding.
I can’t even with this.
Transformers Tuesday and Thirty Five Years Thirty Five Thoughts will be going on hiatus for a while. Once this virus is done, I’ll return to it but I simply can’t put together a coherent thought for it as of late. My anxiety is just too overwhelming at this point. Most of my weekly blog posts will remain unchanged. I’ll also put something together on a daily basis, even if it’s just a kitten video.
For now, here’s a little earworm that’s been stuck in my head for the past few hours. I hope it helps take your mind off of things.
Iacon East 