Day 37 of Governor Newsom’s “Blueprint for a Safer Economy”

So President Trump had Covid-19 for a hot minute, but was given a cocktail of Dexamethasone, Remdesivir, and a steroid, before returning to the White House an hour later. The med. trifecta must be the fountain of youth because Trump said he hasn’t felt this good in 20 years although he’s still as fat as ever. Oddly enough, Hydroxychloroquine and bleach injections were NOT part of his medical protocol. Maybe he shined a UV light down his throat?

Trump tweeted, “Don’t be afraid of Covid. Don’t let it dominate your life.” Sure, Mr. President. I’m with you. I definitely won’t let Covid-19 dominate my life if I, like YOU, were just a helicopter ride away from Walter Reed and entitled to the same drugs that you get. Unfortunately, I have a shitty HMO and will probably die if I contract the virus due to the fact that I can’t afford a swanky PPO plan on my paltry pension. And MY insurance situation is probably 90% better than most of my fellow Americans. To make matters worse, you’re trying to end Obamacare during a pandemic. What are the poor supposed to do when THEY contract the virus?

What do you think would happen, Mr. President, if I had the Covid and asked for Remdesivir? I’d get some crappy, generic knock-off, made from synthetic kidney beans or dog poop, because actual Remdesivir isn’t in my health insurance’s “formulary.” I might as well inject Lysol or eat UV rays.

We will definitely NOT let Covid-19 dominate our lives, Mr. President, because when WE contract the virus we’ll die. Or, I should say, those who have YOUR morbidity conditions - obesity, old-age, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and ugliness - will die. They simply don’t have the resources that YOU have. Yes, they’ll die - my fellow Americans will die - as you continue to pop hydroxy pills and run my country into the ground. If you care one iota about America, tell your white, supremacist base and your stupid red states to WEAR A MASK!!

No matter - not much longer now, Mr. President. You’ve got four weeks [well, maybe eight weeks as we head into January] before you’re “walked off grounds” by members of the military, never to be heard from again, except on Twitter. After a few days of your mindless tweets, Jack Dorsey will be so sick of you that he’ll dump your account.

Saturday. 10/3/20

9:00 - 9:30 - It’s so nice to have nothing pressing today. I’m up and I read a Money Diary [I discovered Money Diaries - CANADA and am binging the posts].

9:30 - 11:00 - Downstairs and I take the dog out. She is on a “no-poop” streak - no accidents, still, since my return from Catalina. Outside and she goes potty, then back inside for cheese. The sprinklers are still not happening so I turn them on manually, then grab my coffee and go upstairs.

I finish In Order to Live. This was a referral from L. and I highly recommend. I may assign it as a required text in one of my boutique college classes. The author defects from North Korea in 2006 as a teenager and she discusses the brainwashing and propaganda that North Koreans routinely experienced on a daily basis as they starved to death. I cover Kim Jong-Un and North Korea in various modules throughout my classes so this book might be a nice addition.

11:00-11:30 - I dice apples and cut up walnuts to add to my Greek yogurt, but when I start eating, it tastes off. I look at the label and discover that L. bought NON-FAT on her grocery run instead of regular - I haven’t had a non-fat product in probably 18 years…it tastes disgusting.

11:30-12:30 - Shower. Covid-19 uniform. Light make-up.

12:30-1:00 - I eat a turkey burger that I saved from “tent time” with B. last week.

1:00 - L. returns from TJs after buying flowers for my Mom and we leave for my parents’ house in the AV.

2:30 - 6:00 - L. and I visit with my parents in the backyard. It’s a really nice set-up - my Dad has a fan going - and it’s not too hot. My Mom presents me with an excellent bottle of champagne which I kill over the course of our visit. Dad suggests turning the bottle into a candle holder because the bottle’s exterior is lovely - you know, like those candles you see in Paris bistros while French authors are doing poetry slams?? I bring it home with me. Spoiler Alert - I soak off the label and turn it into a candle holder.

My parents look great, are in good health, and my Mom is amped to finally get her hair cut. She has an appointment scheduled tomorrow. I find this odd because LA County is “Purple Widespread” and only nail salons, playgrounds, and indoor malls can open right now. But, Covid-19 is so confusing, I’m not even sure what we can and can’t do. A UK Money Diarist said it best after she and a few colleagues who recently returned to work decided to go to lunch: “I think we’ve technically broken lock down rules as there are five of us from different households eating inside but none of us are completely sure what the rules are anymore.“ Here, here, sister. “Bully for you”, or whatever they say in London. I don’t know what the f—k is going on either. And she’s from the UK!!

L. and I leave with books and champagne - Christmas!!! - a nice day, overall.

7:00-8:00 - Home and L. and I forage through the refrigerator and make separate dinners. L. gets the mail and I discover that L. is FINALLY on my health insurance. “Praise be” for those of you who are Handmaids Tale fans.

9:00-11:30 - L. suggests that we watch a Netflix special: “American Murder - the Family Next Door.” She’s already seen it, but wants to watch it again. I’m down, so we watch it. A real tear-jerker. A white male kills his entire family - his girls are 3 and 4-years-old. He smothers them and dumps their bodies in oil pipes. He buries his wife in a shallow grave. Class act.

11:30-1:30 - To my home office, where I manually load a Midterm and four answers to EVERY question, one at a time, for a total of 50 question and 200 answers, into Canvas. I listen to By The Book.

1:30 - 2:30 - Kitchen duty.

2:30-3:30 - Night time routine. Bed.