WELCOME TO our living room in the Plague Year.
So, okay, we’re just having a bit of fun. We don’t wear masks inside the house … or outside either. These tissue ones I bought in a 10-pack for 20 pesos two weeks ago are next to useless. However, I have a couple of good ones en route from above the border that I purchased on Amazon, apparently just in time because now they’re unavailable.
Amazon tells me they will arrive here between May 14 and June 11, which means we can use them for the next pandemic, not this one. And there will be another because the Chinese Commies are intent on world domination by hook, crook or virus.
Note my new buzz cut, a more convenient hairdo in these troubled times. Something you cannot see is that I quit shaving about a week ago. If I keep it up, I’ll resemble a svelte Santa before this is all over. But I will not bear gifts.
My child bride did something wacko with her hair this morning. That’s a housecleaning hairstyle. She would never hit the streets looking like that, I promise.
We’ll be dining in a restaurant this afternoon, so our quarantine is half-assed.