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. 🙄 Now to try to go back to sleep…
Much like the food in all of a Justin Wilson’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. 🤨 I was hoping to “Marie Kondo the fuck out of my bedroom”, but alas that never happened.
As I enter my fourth year as an employee of “XYZ Corp” I need to become a better employee this week. Wish me well!
Tonight was supposed to be the third annual Moonlite trail for “Wee Is Risen”. Needless to say, it has been canceled because of Covid-19. Dangen!