Today has been bizarre, even by my low standards. I need to get drunk and think about it take some time to process the events that occurred. Look forward to a post on my latest shit tomorrow.

Here are a few photos from my Friday hike, a little over 10K all told.

My head is spinning. I need to go out for some medication. Think I’ll see if they have what I need at Hot Zone.

Greetings! Busy day here but I’ll post more on that later. For now, a couple of photos from my Philippines life to tide you over.

Anyway, I’m making the best of things. Notwithstanding my bitching all the time I know I am indeed blessed.

Oh you can count me out of your triangle
I’m number three I’m too late to lie
And I don’t need heartache at all
I can’t stand the fall
And the moon just turned blue
Goodbye, goodbye
Little darlin’ the moon just turned blue
So baby goodbye

A lovely Monday morning here in the Philippines. I’ve got the Hash to attend to soon so I wanted to throw some love out to my faithful few readers who look forward to my pathetic posts. I won’t let you down!

Let’s start with this:

Some protesters who stayed in the District after the March on Washington ended Friday afternoon continued to spread their message, and elements of mayhem, around the city by temporarily shutting down major roads and tussling with police, even while rain deluged the area at nightfall.

Kevin Kim, do you see a problem in the above passage from a recent Washington Post article? Althouse did. As the world’s foremost authority on comma usage, I’ll let you be the final arbiter on the issue.

And speaking of Kevin Kim, today is his birthday. Any of y’all who appreciate his insightful comments here as much as I do should go give him a holler at his Hairy Chasms blog. And if you aren’t reading him every day as I do, you are missing out on some fine content. Check him out!

I ventured out yesterday afternoon in defiance of the Sunday lockdown order. Made it to my favorite beachside bar without incident and enjoyed me some cold brewskies. Now, I had plenty of beer at the house but I just enjoy watching the beauty that mother nature provides. Especially the sea gals.

Tomorrow is grocery shopping day, and I’ve got my list prepared:

Sadly, I don’t have a wife to do the shopping for me. Kinda like this poor guy:

Okay, that’s all I’ve got for today. Assuming I survive today’s trail (Leech My Nuggets is the Hare) I’ll be back with more tomorrow.

A little lazy lockdown Sunday potpourri. I’m not kidding about the lazy part, I’ve been sitting on my ass all day playing solitaire on the computer. I did achieve Card Shark level, however, so I guess that’s an accomplishment of sorts.

I had a big surprise when I saw my old buddy Jeremy Frye was posting on Facebook again. He’s the one who got convicted in the death of a Korean he had a bar brawl with. I guess he got released a few months early from his six-year sentence and he’s currently staying with his parents back in Florida. I’ve not had a chance to chat with him yet, but I did leave a comment that he ought to write a book about his experience. He responded: “Of course. It also doubles as my autobiography, which doubles as a self-help book. It’s called “Lessons I Learned the Hard Way”. Hmm, that may be sarcasm. He does appear to be somewhat embittered, but I guess that’s to be expected. He still believes he was wrongfully convicted:

I’m putting this video on Facebook so that my family and friends in America will be better able to understand what happened as I explain the area, environment, scene, etc. This is not for any other reason, but it should be noted that the “victim’s” friends who were at the hospital giving accounts of what happened werent actually at the scene. On top of that, even though the reporter was standing in front of the police station, the detectives kicked him out without giving him any information, which should help everyone to understand that this KBS news segment had very little actual facts.

You know… I know that many people are disgusted with me for having “punched a man to death”, but in reading the news articles, comments, and other case-related crap, I”ve realized (what I had already known), that nobody on the outside ever knew what really happened. I had begun a complete dissection of the case and was going to post videos to expose the corruption using the court records that the prosecutors tried to keep from me, but I think that I’m going to save myself tons of hours of work and money simply by posting the autopsy photo so that everyone can see clearly that it was impossible for a fist to create the blunt-force trauma, especially from three punches.

I don’t think he posted that photo, but here’s the KBS video he mentions. Welcome home, Jeremy!

And I also was reminded of the three year anniversary of the passing of this little guy:

Well, that’s enough sad shit for one day, don’t you think? Last night was pretty satisfying:

After finishing darts at Alley Cats, I went across the street to my beachside bar:

Hotels are allowed to serve their guests on lockdown Sundays. And I got invited to be a guest by the manager. Woot! Just might take her up on that offer in a bit. If I can break away for my perch in front of the computer.

What else have I got for you? Well, this is both true and funny:

Speaking of the 1940s, I found this on the internet and it purports to be the real thing. I have my doubts, but maybe I should get me one:

Anyway, I’m maintaining positive thoughts and I remain hopeful that my chosen path will lead to happiness. Whatever that may be.

Think I will shower up and defy the lockdown for a bit. I hope my next post isn’t from jail!

Made it through the birthday and I’m newly resolved to make the best of whatever lies ahead. Luckily, it seems my physical health is holding on and my mental health is not much worse than it’s ever been either. So yeah, I threw a little pity party for myself yesterday but it’s a new day today and I’m moving forward.

I do keep track of my vital statistics on a daily basis and I’d say I’m doing alright for an old fucker.

• BP: 123/84
• Resting heart rate: 59 (that’s lower than it’s ever been!)
• 72 sleep score (as measured by my Fitbit, that’s in the fair range)
• Averaging just under 20,000 steps per day
• 35.7C temperature (no COVID yet!)
• 204 pounds (that’s 5 more than I like, and seems to be confined to my beer belly. No idea what that’s from though.)

Anyway, I’m in much better shape than I was five years ago. Even my damaged lungs seem to be, um, taking a breather. Haven’t needed to use my nebulizer or inhaler for quite a while and no coughs or other COPD symptoms. Overall, I’d say I’ve got much to be thankful for healthwise.

Nothing special really for the “big day” yesterday. Walked My Bitch alone and visited a bit with Olivia, the matriarch of the mountain family. Got a message from Scott about halfway through my hike that they needed to move the Hash gear from Johansson’s and wondered if I had room for it at my place. So, I hustled on over and helped load up the Hashmobile. Sad news to see Johansson’s close down, it’s been a fixture in Barretto and our Hash home for many years. Just another casualty of government incompetence and ignorance.

Later on, I popped into Cheap Charlies to enjoy a beer and they played the birthday song for me. I guess I have a mutual Facebook friend with one of the girls. My old crush Heidi, who manages the place, even sat with me for a chat. I bought a round of drinks for all the girls as a birthday present.

I was feeling hungry, so I walked up the street to Sit-n-Bull for some supper. Ordered the French Dip and it was quite good. I had a nice chat with the owner and mentioned that I rarely see a French Dip as a menu offering these days. He corrected me that what he offers is a roast beef dip. To be a true French dip the beef has to be finely sliced and he serves his version with thickly sliced wedgies. Well, yeah, now that you mention it. Still very tasty and enjoyable though.

I finished up on the beach at Mango’s and then headed on home ahead of curfew. I was in bed before 9 p.m. once again which seems to be my new normal.

Exciting times, eh?

A busy day ahead so I wanted to throw something up here while I can. Yeah, a vomit post!

Have my Wednesday hike group to attend to this morning. This afternoon I’ll be attending a birthday party. Janey invited me! It’s at the bar where the guest of honor works, but still…

Althouse linked to a Twitter post that listed the “top 7 warning signs on a man’s bookshelf”:

1. A Dog-eared copy of Infinite Jest

2. Too Much Hemingway

3. Any amount of Bukowski

4. AYN. RAND.

5. Goethe

6. “Lolita is my favorite book.”

7. “‘Fathers and Sons’ Is my favorite book.”

I’m not a literary expert and haven’t even heard of a couple of these. But there is no such thing as too much Hemingway and don’t you dare attack my relatively new hero Bukowski. And Ayn Rand could see into the future for chrissakes. I’ll concede Lolita might be a little concerning without additional context. I’d keep my eyes on my teenaged daughter for sure!

Speaking of Twitter, Alexandra Occasional Cortex went there to attack the GOP convention. About the best she had was to mock the elephant symbol. As you might imagine, that didn’t work out well for her. Here’s my favorite:

Anyway, I’m far, far away from the madness back home. Glad to be here. But still…

Okay, gotta run. Well, walk. But you know what I mean.

…and cake on my head. That pretty much summarizes yesterday’s Hash. I’ll tell the story in pictures:

It’s Hash Monday and that means I’ll be hitting the trail in a couple of hours and hitting the bottle shortly thereafter. So if I am going to post something here today I’d best do it now.

I wrapped up my lockdown Sunday with the movie Pay it Forward. It had been quite some time since I’d last seen it and with my Biden-like memory it seemed almost new to me again. For example, I’d forgotten that it was filmed in Las Vegas. Anyway, I had downloaded the film a few weeks ago in anticipation of sharing it with my friend Jhen on the occasion of my presenting her with a new laptop. Instead, she took the gift and fled. She did thank me profusely later and I saw that she recently posted a clip from the movie on her Facebook page, so at least she understands the concept of paying it forward. I hope she will.

When I went upstairs to my bedroom and was closing the sliding window in preparation for going to bed, I somehow managed to squash my thumb between the window and the jamb. Hurt like a motherfucker! This morning I have a big black bruise under the thumbnail. And no, the several beers I enjoyed with the movie had nothing to do with the accident. I’m almost sure of it.

In my morning internet explorations, I came across this clip of conjoined twins who recently were hired as a schoolteacher.

And while we are in the realm of YouTube, I’ll share a video from a Filipina vlogger who attempts to answer the question “Does your Filipina REALLY love you?” She is actually a little irritating to watch (at least to me, your mileage may vary) but she makes some points that are consistent with my own observations since I began visiting the Philippines. I’m going to be doing a post soon on the whole concept of “transactional relationships” and this video might provide you some useful background information for that discussion.

That’s all I’ve got for now.

As I was leaving my subdivision yesterday afternoon one of the guards approached me and advised that several cases of COVID-19 had been reported in San Isidro, the barangay directly behind Alta Vista. In fact, my house is technically in San Isidro which is part of Subic town. Anyway, I understood the guard to say that no one from San Isidro (other than residents of course) would be permitted to enter Alta Vista. I acknowledged this info and went on about my business.

Today I’m hearing that the construction workers have been told to either stay on site or be denied re-entry. And even more concerning is that no visitors will be allowed to enter Alta Vista. I was more than a little incensed about that, thinking on what authority is a security guard going to tell me who can visit my house? I checked with one of my neighbors and he believes unescorted visitors may be denied entry, but not if I am with them. Hmm, guess we’ll find out about that one way or the other. Of course, I know several ways to bypass the front gate so I’ll continue to do as I damn well please, being the selfish bastard that I am.

The “official statement to follow” verbiage is concerning. I won’t be surprised if there is yet another government overreaction shutting everything done. Hope I’m wrong about that.

In the meantime, life goes on.

And that’s about it for now. I’ve got a long-postponed lunch with J. today and later I plan to play in my first dart tournament since the COVID madness started back in March. I need to try and get back to normal, whatever the hell that is.

This may not be funny if you don’t know anyone for Scotland, but it made me think of my old friend Alistair and cracked me up:

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all

Yesterday afternoon found me at Bar Celona. I thought perhaps I would rendevous with J. there but alas, she was a no show. Other commitments ran late then the curfew loomed, and so it was not to be. Another time perhaps.

So I sat and drank in the beer and the view.

A restless night because I couldn’t get my damn brain to shut the fuck up. Oh well, it happens like that sometimes.

Here’s an update on our COVID numbers:

This mornings perusal of the internet revealed this madness:

Apparently this is a new series on Netflix featuring young girls being sexualized. Guess they are going for the pedophile market. I canceled my Netflix account when they hired the lying bitch Susan Rice to their Board of Directors. Not sure if she had anything to do with approving this travesty but damn, are pedos the next oppressed group the libtards are going to get woke about?

I needed a nice long walk after seeing those “cuties”, so I took one with fellow Friday hikers Troy, Jim, and Anne. Scott couldn’t make it so picking the trail was my job today. I had us start out across the river in Matain, then head out past Black Rock mountain, around Easter mountain, back across the river in San Isidro, then over to my house for beers and chicken nuggets. Around 12K all told, mostly flat. It did rain like a motherfucker about halfway through, but nothing you can do about that except suck it up and keep plodding along.

And that’s how things are here in these parts.

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way

But now it’s just another show
You leave ’em laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away

I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all

Spent an interesting few hours yesterday on the old Navy base. That’s what I call it anyway, but it is technically the Subic Bay Freeport Zone (SBFZ) although it often called SBMA (Subic Bay Metropolitan Authority) which is the unelected government agency that runs things in what is really a complex community of people, businesses, and manufacturers. It was a huge U.S. Navy base back in the day, but what is most surprising to me is just how diverse the landscape really is. You’ve got the urban areas, the ship docks, and the big factories; but also I’d reckon more than half of the base remains in its jungle-like natural state. Quite beautiful indeed!

I had occasion to visit one such area yesterday along with five others from our Wednesday hiking group. We went in search of new trails to explore as we are growing a little bored with the same old, same old here in Barretto. And we were not disappointed, although it did seem at first we might be. When we reached our intended starting point, the road was blocked by SBMA police who told us non-residents were not allowed. So we moved on down the road and found an actual trailhead and set about exploring it. And explore we did as most of the time we were clueless about where we were or where we were going. We spent over three hours making our way along muddy paths through the jungle. I did manage to fall only twice on the 10K hike.

We stopped at the newest bar in Barretto, The Green Room, on the way home and had a few more beers. I got home around 4, took a shower then fell asleep. Hence, I failed to post this report yesterday. Sorry!

The reason I ask is because the comments to my previous post have given me lots of food for thought. Quite a bit to digest. While I chew them over let me share some photos from yesterday’s Hash.

Other than the beer issue, it was a fine Hash indeed. Thanks for coming along.

The first of several lockdown Sundays to come but I’ll be damned if I’m going to take it lying down. Luckily, Subic is right on the other side of the river and they are not under the onerous restrictions imposed by Olongapo/Barretto. So I spent some time in their neck of the woods this morning. More on that a bit later in this post.

As is becoming my custom, I spent the curfew abbreviated evening at Mango’s yesterday. The view of the beach was especially enjoyable:

It is very unusual to see a Filipina in a string bikini. Most of the time they wear shorts and a t-shirt when they swim. She and her guy (on the left) were staying at the ICove hotel next door to Mango’s. Probably up from Manila. Those big-city girls can be a little wild I’m told.

And then I wound up doing something stupid. I probably got away with it this time, but I’m pretty disappointed in myself. When will I ever learn?

Speaking of things that didn’t go as planned, Facebook reminded me this morning that it was just four years ago when I was wondering where things might go with this one:

Anyway, I decided to push myself this morning and did a little more than 14K in just over three hours. It was a bit much for these tired old legs, I was really dragging ass at the end. A voice in my head kept whispering “take a trike home, no one will know or care!” But I said fuck that and kept on plodding along until I was safely back to Casa Rosenda.

My destination this morning was the WalterMart on the far side of Subic town. I took the Subic bypass road getting thee and the National highway coming back. I’d done this walk once before several months agp. It’s mostly flat thankfully, but I just don’t seem to have more than 10K in me in one go these days.

I’ve got some pictures if you want to see some of what I saw:

And now I reckon I’ll pop open a beer, sit on the couch, and watch some TV.

Let’s take a break from posts about love and relationships, shall we?

Speaking of group hikes, I did a nice 8K trek with Scott and Troy on Friday.

At the conclusion of the hike, we did lunch at Sit-n-Bull then moseyed over to Cheap Charlies for some additional liquid refreshment. As I said, that was an exception to the early in the day drinking rule.

Came home and took a nap, did a blog post, and then went back into town. Hey, I had a good excuse–I needed to find mama and give her her daily dinner money. It was raining when I found her camped out in front of the Chill Inn, a hotel that hasn’t reopened since the pandemic hit. And since the Chill Inn is practically next door to Cheap Charlies, well, what’s a beer drinker to do?

This morning I did a long hike on my own out to the old Navy base and back, right around 10K. I was feeling it by the time I got back home. I seem to be losing my walking stamina of late.

So, the latest outrage is that in addition to our face masks we are now required to wear a face shield on public transportation.

Now, I don’t ride Jeepneys or trikes all that much. But it just so happens the On-Home for Monday’s Hash is in Calapadayan. That’s too far and too dangerous to walk home from after drinking. Which means I’ve got to figure out how I’m going to carry this shield with me on the Hash. I really hate lugging my backpack on an already tough trail, but I may have no choice. Oh well.

That’s it for today, folks!

Heh, not sure why I’m channeling R. Crumb this afternoon. I’ve fond memories of his work from my years as a pothead but I ain’t been that kind of dope since the 1970s. Except for that trip to Amsterdam, but that’s another story.

Anyway, today’s story doesn’t amount to shit but that won’t stop me from telling it. Hey, it’s what I do! Let’s get started.

I picked up my darts for the first time in months yesterday afternoon. Practiced for an hour and scraped off some of the rust. I don’t deem myself ready for competition just yet though. One of the issues I have is the tourneys start early afternoon and I just don’t like to drink beer that early in the day. What was that? Play without drinking? Seriously? Thousands of comedians out of work and you’re trying to be funny? Ain’t gonna happen.

Although when I went out at my preferred time of 5:00 p.m yesterday and settled down with my first beer it occurred to me that I only had a bit more than an hour before I’d have to make my way home in compliance with the 7:00 curfew. Damn, that’s barely enough time to catch a buzz. It looks like 4:00 will have to be my new normal starting time. Ah, the sacrifices one has to make to fight this damn virus.

I’ve been anticipating an invasion from China but was pretty surprised when I witnessed this on my morning dog walk:

I don’t recall seeing these critters in these numbers before. I have no clue what will become of them, what they eat, or what eats them. For sure I’ve never seen them turn into butterflies. Weird times. At least none have made their way into my house. Yet. My neighbor Heidi posted this on Facebook today:

The Wednesday walk was more low key than usual. Scott wanted to keep it light and easy, so we just walked the streets of Barretto and Baloy. We got 9K in that way but it was boring.

It’s bound to get better soon, right?

A wet and mild trail yesterday but that was appropriate for the rainy weather we endured. A simple hike I’d done many times, starting in Alta Vista, through Marian Hills, a moderate climb to the ridgeline, and then an easy trek on My Bitch to our On-Home at Derelick’s place on Rizal Extension.

Which is not to say there wasn’t any excitement. As is my habit I was sitting on the screened porch with Derelick and a few other Hashers. Derelick called out to his helper to go close the front gate. Me, being the smartass that I am, picked up my phone, pretended to dial, and then said in a low voice “they are closing the gate now, but everyone is here. Proceed as planned”. And wouldn’t you know it, right after I put my phone down several uniformed police came in through the gate. Well, damn.

None of the cops came back to the porch area but instead interacted with the group of Hashers hanging out in the carport. I donned my facemask and stepped outside to get a better view of what was going on. My ex approached me and said she was leaving and I should leave too. I asked why and she told me they are talking about taking everyone to the police station for violating quarantine rules (gatherings of 10 or more are prohibited. We had around 30 in attendance). Well, I had not so fond memories of the time our Hash group had been detained by the Philippine Navy, so the idea of making a getaway sounded like a good one to me. As I walked past the police officers I heard one of them telling the group of foreigners that rules are rules and we are obligated to follow them. None of the cops paid me any attention as I moved towards the gate and slipped out. I was about ten minutes into my walk when the police van drove past me and I noticed there were no Hashers confined in the back. So, I decided to turn around and walk back to Derelick’s (all uphill) to see what happened.

The story as I understood it was that someone had called the cops to complain about a loud and large party taking place. Since this was the first day of the new more restrictive rules on gatherings I guess the police were looking to make an example out of someone. In the end, they didn’t, letting us off with a warning. The cops said if they were called again we’d all be detained and fined. Derelick explained that his housekeeper has been feuding with the neighbors and them dropping a dime on us was just retaliation. He didn’t think it was really a big deal.

Well, it did put a damper on things, that’s for sure. Buddy Fucker, our Grandmaster, canceled the ice delivery and declared there would be no circle. He later relented and conducted a modified circle for those who were scheduled for recognition. The Grandmaster also announced that the Hash would take a two-week hiatus to allow things to calm down a bit. I guess he later relented because I saw a post that we are doing a Hash next Monday, but the On-Home is being moved to Fuck a Duck’s house here in Alta Vista. That obviously works for me. It’s a great house (one of the nicest I’ve ever seen anywhere) and it is an easy stumble home for me afterward. So, it looks like it’s all good.

It was a short trail yesterday and it was raining so I didn’t take the phone out much for photos. Here are a few that I did manage to acquire:

And there you have my weekly Hash report, chock full of the kind of excitement I just don’t need! Seriously, as a foreigner, I can certainly imagine the powers that be making an example of a flagrant violator of their oh so precious rules. That could involve a blacklisting from immigration forcing me to leave my adopted home.

Here we are on Hash Monday and experiencing our third straight day of heavy rainfall. I guess I really shouldn’t complain. It’s been a relatively dry rainy season up to this point. And from what I’ve been seeing in South Korea our rainfall ain’t squat. But I don’t have to like it.

I guess if I were looking for a silver lining in those clouds I could point to this:

In other news, today is the beginning of yet another round of bullshit imposed by the local government ostensibly to fight the spread of COVID. I mentioned the 7:00 p.m. curfew and the Sunday lockdown already. But now there is also this:

Nobody leaves or enters Olongapo without having the proper travel documents and health clearance. That should make things interesting around here.

I saw this on Facebook so I can’t vouch for its accuracy, but it does illustrate the point that the problems that are being exacerbated are far worse than anything the virus might do:

Each day, 95 children in the Philippines die from malnutrition. Twenty-seven out of 1,000 Filipino children do not get past their fifth birthday. A third of Filipino children are stunted, or short for their age. Stunting after 2 years of age can be permanent, irreversible and even fatal.” (UNICEF)
So nearly 3,000 children a month not to include stunted growth issues. We are talking about 20,000 children died this year in Phillippines due to malnutrition.
We have over 2209 total deaths of COVID since the virus outbreak (corona tracker) and in that time 20,000 children died of malnutrition.
What is the priority? What is the focus?

I’ve been in the Sweden mindset since the beginning of this insanity. No lockdowns, no closures, no mandates; just the application of common-sense prevention measures. It seems to have worked out well for them.

Alright, time for this old man to climb down from his soapbox. But before I go, I do want to say this:

Thanks for dropping by!

Overcast with some rain this morning provided all the excuse I needed to forego getting off my lazy ass for a hike. Truth be told I’ve been extremely unmotivated of late. And I’ve got the belly to prove it. Ah well, I’ll step it up again soon.

But not in these:

So now I’m not optimistic the three other pairs are going to be suitable either. Which is why I don’t normally by shoes online. I’m especially concerned about the fit. The sizing for ordering was in EU standards, so I looked up the conversion and it said EU45 was equivalent to US size 11. Well, the label on these shoes does say EU45 but it also says US size 10. They are too tight for sure, not that it matters since I will not be wearing them.

And if things weren’t bad enough, last night it was announced that the curfew is being dropped back to 7 p.m. and starting next week the Sunday lockdown is being reinstated.

Of course, my inconvenience is nothing compared to the impact this has on recently reopened businesses and the people they employ. It has been astounding to witness the lack of concern government officials have for the Filipino people. How much more ass rapes they will tolerate is unclear but I’ve noticed a lot more grousing from normally docile locals. The sorry shame of it all is the fucking virus doesn’t give a shit what time it is and these measures are worthless. The pandemic is going to run its course curfew or no. The open question is will more die from starvation or COVID? Stay tuned.

Alright, had a good hike from Kalaklan in Olongapo back to Barretto yesterday. Jim, Scott, and Trey were in attendance. Around 6K all told, but some challenging trails along the way. It was a beautiful day and I’ve got the pictures to prove it.

That’s it for now. Saturday night looms, the last one with a 9 o’clock curfew for a while. I guess that calls for a celebration, right?

Yesterday there was a Hash “mismanagement” meeting held at Hunter’s Jo Inn in Calapadayan. Jim and I hiked out there in just a little over an hour. Pretty large turnout and some contentious moments, but we got through it. We voted to keep the Hashmobile, raise the price for the Hash to 400 pesos, and our new starting time will be at 2:00 p.m. henceforth.

After the meeting, I wasn’t feeling up to the par. No energy and a strong case of the blahs. So, I made it an early evening and came home. I had had a sore throat the night before which affected my sleep. So I took a nap for an hour and still felt like shit when I woke up. Took my temperature and I was officially feverish at 38.9. What could these symptoms mean?

I took some ibuprofen for the fever and gargled some saltwater with cider vinegar for the throat. This morning my fever is gone and the soreness in my throat is on my neck, including some swelling. Not sure what’s up with that but I’m feeling reassured that I’ve dodged the COVID bullet. For now anyway.

Speaking of which, the latest in a long series of “let’s fuck with people” will be implemented new week:

I mentioned in an earlier post that the only way bars could reopen was if they sold food. That’s more or less what is happening, although only two that I know of are requiring you to order something to eat prior to getting your drink. Anyway, this cracked me up:

In other news, I saw this classic parked on the street yesterday:

Oh, and I had forgotten that I took a photo at the Royal grocery store while shopping on Tuesday. Tillamook is the best ice cream available, much richer and creamier than the local brands. Definitely my favorite.

And that’s where things stand in my neck of the woods.