Nothing is fucked here, man...or is it?
While we all struggle with this ever looming pandemic, scamdemic or plandemic, however you choose to perceive it, one thing is for sure, it is a real sickness that not only affects those who have contracted and are, or have, battled the covid monster. For those of us who have been fortunate enough to not have contracted the illness, we are battling with the resulting madness of not being able to go to the bowling alley, or in my case, not been able to cross the US/Canadian border which I live mere minutes away from to visit friends and family on the other side of the bridge.
So many candlelit bubble baths, so many J's, so many hours of meditation, tv and music, yet here I sit still finding my mind teetering ever so closely to the brink of what feels like a nervous breakdown. Add to it the fact that just one month prior to what is now known as "the lockdown", I was in hospital having yet another back surgery which resulted in the end of my professional career. Not that it's all that bad, it gives me more time to devote to my Dudeist practices and studies.
Sometimes ya just gotta say "Fuck It", throw on your shades and take any rug in the house, I guess. But here we are, 7 months into the "14 days to flatten the curve". Oh well. I know everyone is trying to make the best of it and there are those who are way worse off than me, but hey, I needed to get this shit off my chest, so here I am.
I think maybe if the ceiling fan could hold my weight I wouldn't be so bored.