How it Begins

Well, today is Saturday and I get to go to work.  Will there be assholes in the store, you ask?  You jest, I reply.  This is garden season.  Will people show up to look at the new Patio Furniture during a Stay at Home order?  Let me quote Jules Laurent... "but of course."  Did you get the accent right?  You do need his accent, you know?
One moment while I pause to take my temperature.  You know, if my temp is 100.04 (F) I have to stay home.  They don't want in the store if I'm running a fever...  ... ... Damn 97.8 (F).  Perhaps if I used the thermometer to stir my coffee.
So, I had an physical scheduled on the the 21st.  Last week I called to make sure it was still on and was told they were doing 'phone' appointments only.  At the time, I thought that might not be bad, but the more I thought about it, the more the idea of paying $15 for a 2 minute phone call began to chafe.  My last doctor retired, so this one is new.  The idea of a first meting being a telephone call bothered me, too.  I want the 'face to face' conversation as part of the introduction.  Yesterday I cancelled completely.  They weren't too happy.  This is life.  We all have disappointments.  I told them I was going to call in mid-June to reschedule.
For those who didn't know, yesterday they began mass burials in New York.  I suppose mention of that didn't make it into the Idiot Jerk's Hour of Power.  He did say he wants to start the economy up again by May 1.  Oh, and he also said something about the death toll may only reach 60,000 and that's far more acceptable than 100,000.  Think about it.  Acceptable.  It's not as bad, you know?  He can live with that.

Yesterday it was very windy here.  So much so, I brought in my tomato plants to keep them... oh... my, did you feel that?  I will have to check the news... I think... something may be happening out in Colorado... is this how it begins?