Need to work on my boxing skills just Incase I get punches thrown at my punk-ass-face

Whitman county is now in phase 2 of the shutdown. Some businesses are opening at limited capacity. Most of Moscow is opened up and I don’t know if they are operating at a limited or normal capacity. I know that corona has been bad, and we might not yet have seen the worst of it, but I think it isn’t nearly as bad as we thought it might be. I say this as the USA closes in on 100k deaths. It should be around that number by the end of the week. Early on they expected 200k deaths by the end of this thing. I think that will still happen unfortunately. But it didn’t sweep through Pullman. The hysteria of mid to late March is now but a memory.

There is negative stigma around doing public things even though it has opened up. It’s been politicized unfortunately. It’s no long do what you want. It’s sort of “abide by the specific world of thought” or else you’re with the other guys. A classic case of “if you’re not with us, then you’re against us”

Also, maybe it’s my laissez- fair attitude about the world, but the impact of covid doesn’t seem to have swept over my life as much as I thought it would. I’m not one to get my nails done, or haircuts every 2 weeks, or go to bars or restaurants every day. It’s not ideal, but it could be worse.

The work week was a blur. Days stretch out, but weeks fly by. Sunday night I hit my funny bone so hard I called out of work on Monday. It hurt until maybe Thursday, never hit a nerve like that. Unpleasant. Did help Rachel kinda fix her moped on Thursday.

Skate park with chey becoming brave

Doing handstands. I could never do one but now it’s kinda my quarantine mission to get pretty solid at doing a handstand. In 30 mins I got way better than I thought I even could.

Saturday night- U of I put on a drive in movie. It was pretty fun I saw a lot of people I knew. The movie was Yesterday. It felt like we were 16-17 years old again to go do something like that. There was something nostalgic about the whole night.

We use Rachel’s fire pit too much now. We just show up and one day I have a feeling that Tom is gonna be mad about us being there and he’s gonna punch me in my punk-ass-face:

Stay livin’