Well, that was literally a rude awakening. I am writing this paragraph at 3:20am, 25 minutes after being awoken by the tornado warning weather alert on my phone. This came hours after I assured Bonnie via text that the National Weather Service had no mention of tornadic activity predicted overnight for the metro Atlanta area. NONE! Note to self: never go head-to-head about tornadoes with a person who grew up in Oklahoma. ðŸ™„ Now to try to go back to sleep…
Much like the food in all of a Justin Wilsonâ€™s latter episodes here is something that I prepared for you earlier.
I had a decent weekend.
On Saturday I walked with Betsy and her dog Bella, at a safe distance, each of us wearing bandanas to cover our faces. After I walked home I forced myself to do some yard work; I mowed and edged the front yard. Later I jumped on a hasher Zoom call before making dinner and crashing early.
Sunday, Easter Sunday, would normally find me riding Silver Comet or hashing Black Sheep. Nope, not this year. Instead I did a smidgeon of cleaning, 45 minutes on the trainer, and cooked a butternut squash and sweet potato soup for dinner. I am finding that during this quarantine that I am making, and having to clean, a lot of kitchenware. ðŸ¤¨ I was hoping to â€œMarie Kondo the fuck out of my bedroomâ€, but alas that never happened.
As I enter my fourth year as an employee of â€œXYZ Corpâ€ I need to become a better employee this week. Wish me well!
Tonight was supposed to be the third annual Moonlite trail for â€œWee Is Risenâ€. Needless to say, it has been canceled because of Covid-19. Dangen!