Based on yesterday’s cosmic alignments, I was expecting a good day full of rainbows, free gas, and rivers of chocolate flowing from the mountains. It didn’t quite go as I’d hoped.
In the US, an autopsy found that the first US COVID-19 death may have occurred in California on 6 February — more than three weeks before the first reported death occurred in Washington state. This is sort of a good news, bad news thing, like it’s the end of the world, but there’s free ice cream. Lots of implications with this though, so stay tuned.
In Germany, they canceled Oktoberfest. That’s like us canceling Christmas, Superbowl Sunday, and weddings with open bars. To morn the loss, I may drink a stein of Schneider Weisse Aventinus Eisbock (oh, those Germans can never say anything with one word).
In BC, Telus is donating 10,000 phones to the hospitalized, and from my own experience, they are donating a tablet to my Baba so she can talk to us face to face. However, The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World had to remind her, “Remember to put on clothes, Baba.”
But thanks, Telus! You da best!
Here, I had to deal with the bank.
With those of us suddenly finding ourselves a little short on money, the last thing I need is a letter from the bank saying we missed a mortgage payment and all hell was about to break loose.
Worse, when I tried to call to correct this error, there was no one there, something I found out after a long, long wait on hold.
By the time I finally fought my way through the system, (like a mouse on meth trying to find a way through the maze), I wasn’t my best self, I’ll admit it, and blasted them for the notice.
I’ve never received one of these in my life. Lots of threatening things on it, like some sort of letter from Voldemort involving extra penalties and fees, all typed out in an ominous thick, black font.
Like I said, it did get sorted out, but it seems the moon and Mercury haven’t got their sh*t together yet, so they’ll need to do better tomorrow.
As will I. I can’t let things like that get to me or else this whole adventure is going to be more like The Boy in the Striped Pajamas than me spinning around and singing ‘the hills are alive, with the sound of mooooosic.”
So, until tomorrow, be safe, be healthy, and respect this new world.