My writing, in all genres, has been much like my fitness activities. All have been done in secret from the Covid hordes. So much secrecy you’d never know it was happening. (hint: it wasn’t)
I’m getting quite good at blaming Covid for a lot of things (like forgetting I’ve already been writing other posts about the damned virus.)
But I Have Questions
Why did I gain weight?
- I was following the Ice cream covid prevention diet. Don’t laugh, I didn’t get Covid did I?
Why did I start to grow a beard and then shave it off?
- Covid made me do it (plus there’s a lot more grey in it now)
Why did that crazed driver cut me off almost causing an accident at 70mph?
- He is a charter member of the Covid hordes car club and needs to drive so fast to get to a bathroom. (I had written something more graphic here but my raised finger will have to suffice for emphasis.)
Why I haven’t I published all the posts I’ve handwritten?
- I read Covid hides in the spaces between the keys on my keyboard.
Double-vaxxed and boosted, I’m struggling to reboot a normal life. And given seniors were in the bulls-eye for this thing (and I’m a senior) I’m a little gun-shy of all y’all.
I pushed my office chair back to the office from its former position blocking the front door from the hordes of Covid zombies I expected to invade at any moment. I’ve plugged the extension cords back in (they were used to power up the defensive alerts) and fired up the laptop (unplugged to prevent it from getting the Covid virus too.)
I’m on the last carton of ice cream and I sense a diet in my near future.
But I’m back, ever so tentatively, and the keyboard still works. We’ll have to see if I do.
What’s clear is I’ve written enough about Covid.
Time to move on. And my diet… sigh.
Stay safe folks. Get those shots and boosters.