Sheltering in Place

[Greg]

Goddamit! When did this become the Covid-19 vacation. You people are out walking or sleeping in until 9. Suffer, people, suffer. At least that's what I'm doing.

I spent two hours clearing my trail around the Lair with the weed whacker. Then I took out the chain saw and pruned the dead branches from a White Oak. Yes, it was raining while I was doing this. But the chores aren't going to wait for a little thing like a pandemic. I also carried most of the dead logs from the pruning up the hill to the burn pile. And that was just Saturday.

No, I didn't stroll through Golden Gate Park. No, I didn't hang out on the beach. I spent Sunday moving tools and tables from the garage to the new shop. No, the giant tool box didn't want to go down the sandy path. Yes, it was raining. Yes, the dogs barked at me the whole time. No, it wasn't fun.

And I won't be hanging out on Monday either. I have a film to finish. The deadline is April 1. That's ten days and I don't have any music for it yet. Not worried about that at all. Best of all, I'll enter the film into the competition, I'll be excepted (Maybe, probably not), and then they will cancel the damn festival.

So, enjoy your alone time. Bastards.