3:30 AM
Wake up aching from everything I did the day before. Realize I didn’t do anything day before. Go back to sleep.
7:30 AM
Wake up. Slowly become aware of my surroundings. Slowly decide if I am indeed going to get up.
8:00 AM
Turn on TV. Yup. Everything is still f**ked. Get out of bed anyway.
8:20 AM
Walk Bucky. Our dog is unaware that I have been granted a leave of absence from any work related activity by the US Government. He needs to poop. So do I but you don’t hear ME yelling about it.
9:00AM
Decide on breakfast. I have to choose between cottage cheese and fruit, yogurt and fruit, fruit, granola and fruit…it’s like a Monty Python sketch. Spam spam spam spam. I make my choice. I have spam.
10:00AM
Check my emails. How come I keep getting notices about deals from Holiday Inn? Are they expecting me anytime soon? I have about three I have to deal with. Oh good. That constitutes a workload. My day is set.
11:30 AM
Start thinking about lunch.
11:45 AM
Pick up my guitar and strum it a few times. See if a song peeks out from between my lips. Why? I don’t know. At this point in history I might as well be writing another one for Conway Twitty. Nothing pops out. That’s okay. It’s Friday. Tomorrow Georgia and have to write our weekly song that we will perform on our Wednesday night Stageit Pajama Party. (I managed to get a plug in)
12:45 PM
I have lunch. Tuna fish. You probably saw that coming.
1:30 PM
Start wondering if I am helping the crisis or hurting it by taking a nap. I decided it would hurt it so I start cleaning the house.
1:33:PM
I stop cleaning the house. As soon as I started the vacuum I was swept up in ennui due to the Groundhog Day circumstances we find ourselves in. Aren’t we all like the dust I am trying to vacuum up? Just lying around? Not hurting anyone? Moving from place to place, swept up on winds that blow us, willy nilly, seemingly beyond our control?
Plus I’m lazy.
2:00 PM
Starting to get serious about this nap concept. I make the mistake of turning on Netflix and starting a West Wing episode.
6:30 PM
Bucky, even without opposable thumbs, manages to turn off my remote and get me out of the trance. Boy, that Martin Sheen would make a great President, wouldn’t he? I take Bucky out for his nasty business and feed him. I notice someone in the kitchen. Oh yeah. Georgia lives here. She’s been upstairs in her office since 8 AM. Doing what, you ask? Let her write her own damn timeline.
7:00PM
Have dinner. Another nice healthy frozen dinner. Say what you want about the downsides of this crisis…I HAVE managed to put on 78 pounds!
8:00PM
It’s Friday. No good shows on TV. Sit down to see if a jigsaw puzzle would interest me. Then I realize that it is a puzzle that Victoria (Shaw) gave me. It occurs to me that she probably would have left out the last three pieces just to mess with me. Into the garbage it goes.
9:00PM
Back down in the studio. Nighttime is when the Muse is known to come out and tickle my frontal lobe. I sit and wait for the tickle. I go back upstairs, tickleless.
10:00PM
Climb back into bed. Turn on CNN. What better time to catch up on all the crazy than right before you are going to try and go to sleep? Georgia is unconscious. Bucky is unconscious. Am I the only one in the house who cares enough to keep up on what is going on in the world? To follow the press conferences? To try and understand the data and….
Ooh. “Seinfeld!!”