Coronatine, lucky day 13
COVID cases continue to climb throughout the country, including Delaware, which sadly saw its first death from the virus this week. Reportedly our healthcare workers are starting to be infected as well, which is to be expected, but still terrifying. So far only one person I know has been confirmed to have it, but I’m sure it’s going to start making the rounds.
Went to the grocery store today, and was surprised to see that they’re still out of most paper goods: toilet paper, paper towels, etc. Are people still buying that stuff up like they’re going to stop producing it? My mind was boggled. Other things are hit-and-miss as far as availability. They had tons of pork chops and chicken, but absolutely no hot dogs, and very limited supplies of butter, red meat, and sugary cereals (though they had plenty of “healthy” stuff like Grape Nuts, Special K, Sugar-free Kitty Litter, etc.).
Team Hearn has been muddling through. We haven’t been eating or drinking very well; too much booze, too much sugar, not enough exercise. I’ve been able to get in my usual weight-lifting schedule, but I suspect I’ll come out of this crisis weighing 285 pounds and being unable to go upstairs without having to lie down for a while.
We’ve done a pretty good job of having the kids do at least 3 hours of various educational activities, and we were able to take advantage of the warm weather on Tuesday to get a nice walk in on the paved trails around Newark. We saw trains! I love trains.
We find ourselves getting pretty loopy most days, particularly by mid-afternoon. We get the giggles, and start doing things like figuring out how I would look with a Sam Elliott moustache (answer: breathtaking):
I’ve also taken advantage of downtime to watch a truly embarrassing number of NASCAR races from the early-to-mid-80s, AKA “when NASCAR was worth watching.” So far my favorite is this classic from 1983 at the old Richmond Fairgrounds Raceway, when it was a 0.542-mile track (before the 1988 reconfiguration that expanded it to 3/4-mile). I’ve also enjoyed the heck out of some of the Daytona and Talladega races from before they used restrictor plates, when the cars actually had to handle well and could separate from each other.
Only 7 more weeks to go!
