Day 14 - Mask mandate RESCINDED. We do NOT need to mask indoors.

B. and I were at “Senses” Block Party for St. Patrick’s Day…

“Senses” Block Party on St. Patrick’s Day…

Pfizer and Moderna are seeking the FDA’s approval for a second booster shot for Americans 65 and older.  Gotta satisfy those shareholders and a second  booster is a quick fix to increase their dividends. Big Pharma maintains that a second booster will “decrease the rate of infection”, meaning you are less likely to contract Omicron even if you’ve just snorted a huge viral load up your nose...but only if you’re 65 and older. If you’re 64 and younger, a second booster doesn’t do shit. Trust the science?  What science?  None of this makes any sense. 

Not to worry, however, because the FDA is on it and approved the Merck pill [Molnupiravir] in December because Paxlovid is just not prevalent enough due to Pfizer’s fake news “limited supply” myth. The Merck pill is the alternative to Paxlovid and available in great supply [1 million courses of treatment at the ready for the US], as long as you don’t mind giving birth to a baby with two heads.

Men, if you and your partner are trying to have a baby, STOP right now! In order to avoid an accidental pregnancy, Merck warnings say you better not have sex for THREE months after your last dose. Ladies, it’s only four DAYS after your last dose – apparently, the 5th day is fine and you can start trying to get pregnant again without fear of fused-cartilage birth defects. Seriously, with warnings this dire, wouldn’t you wait a f—king year before you tried to get pregnant after taking the Merck pill? Or how about never? Can we say “Thalidomide”? 

BTW, if you take the Merck pill early enough, there’s a 30% chance you won’t go to the hospital.  Yes, you read that correctly…only a 30% chance.  That’s an F-. 

3/17/22. Thursday 

4:00-4:30 – I’m up before my alarm, unfortunately, so I lie in bed and listen to The Daily.

4:45-5:00 – I go downstairs to say good morning to the animal, but she’s asleep on the couch and out of it. When I start microwaving my coffee and unloading the dishwasher, the dog jumps off the couch and comes into the kitchen to say hello. I take her outside and almost step in dog poop (sigh). Return inside and coffee for me, cheese for her. I go upstairs.

5:00-6:00 – Shower.  I sit in the shower, drink my coffee, and ice my eyes. Lotion. I wear the same thing I wore to class on Monday and I’m out the door by 6:00 a.m.

6:00-7:10 – Driving. It’s still dark due to Daylight Savings Time. I listen to What a Day and What Next.

7:10-7:45 – I park in the elementary school parking lot, put my make-up on, and eat my yogurt/apple/walnut/concoction.  Bullet journal.

7:45-8:00 – I sign in at the office, take my temperature [“Temperature Normal”], and walk to class. Everyone is still masking at this high school…staff and students alike.

8:00-9:30 – Today’s agenda is a documentary and I work on a blog post the entire time.

9:30-9:45 – Class dismissed. I drop off the Attendance.

9:45-10:45 – Driving. Traffic is horrible. I listen to By The Book – they’re covering the Lazy Genius.

10:45-11:15 – Home and I bring in all of my bags.

11:15-12:00 – Kitchen duty. I prepare my lunch bag and ready my coffee for tomorrow. L. leaves to drop off the dog at the Groomer. I have a few bites of the tuna steak I made the other day and read The Nature Fix.

12:00-1:30 – Blog posts.

1:30-3:00 – I change into my painting clothes and do a few trial runs with B.’s electric sander. Then I load it with sandpaper squares and sand my wooden pallet. I listen to Maintenance Phase.

3:00-3:30 -  I’m covered in sawdust so I change my clothes.

3:30-5:30- Still no word from the Groomer. It’s time for some gardening.  I sweep the patio, trim my plants, clean the beds and the pots, and water everything.  I listen to the Political Gabfest and Fresh Air – ‘A Crash Course on NATO History.” I turn on the white lights encircling the trunks of my trees to make sure they still work. I call the Groomer and am told the dog won’t be ready for some time. I have to miss my Striders walking group tonight, unfortunately.

5:30-6:30 – I chill in my chair and read more Nature Fix, although I keep falling asleep. I leave for the Groomer, even though I was never called.

6:30-6:45 – I listen to the Marketplace Morning Report en route.

6:45-7:00 – I return home with the dog in tow.  She looks great, but she was there EIGHT hours – that’s unacceptable.

7:00-7:15 – I finish sweeping the side patio in my backyard.

7:30-9:30 – B. arrives and we go to Senses on Main Street, in Newhall.  Every third Thursday of the month, the town closes down both ends of the street, serves alcohol in the middle of the road, and hosts a live band.  There’s always a theme and, of course, tonight’s theme is St. Patrick’s Day.  Main Street. is. packed.  There are so many people that B. and I can barely walk or move, BUT there’s a contemporary Irish band and river dancing.  I haven’t been to a “live event” like this in 2 years; nobody is masked and I’m really uncomfortable. I was hoping to get a “green beer” in honor of St. Patrick’s Day tonight, but the line to the open bar is a mile deep. Pass.  

B. and I find a winery that’s not crammed with people on the side of the street and we’re able to sit at the bar. Again, nobody is masking except staff. B. orders a pastrami sandwich and a Merlot.  They don’t have champagne, so I order a “sparkling blended white.”  It’s…interesting. I’m not that hungry so I have some of B.’s chips. In short order, I’m ready to leave.  Too many people. 

9:30-11:30 – Return home and B. and I talk politics outside on my patio.  My white tree lights are still on and my backyard looks so pretty!

L. and T. surface.

B. leaves.

11:30-12:30 – L. and T. leave for T.’s house.

Nighttime routine. Bed.