Good morning, my lovely friends. I’m sitting in the dark, drinking my coffee, dreading my shift, and Chaucer just threw up in the Pink Room.
Must be Monday.
It was a nice weekend off. I miss Shawshank something awful, and I did my best to not dwell on what’s happening. We talked on the phone a couple of times last night. Since the facility isn’t allowing visits for the foreseeable future, they’ve lowered the cost of calls out and given detainees two free calls each week. It doesn’t make up for a weekend visit in a glass box, but it helps. He tries not to let it show, but he’s been pretty low the last week. Fortunately, he’s finally getting some sleeping meds. It’s not exactly the same cocktail as he’d take at home, unfortunately. However, it’s something, and it helps somewhat, so that’s better than nothing at all.
We mostly chatted about what’s happening with Covid-19 and how it’s affecting things out here. Every day, the governor shuts something else down. Over the weekend, they had people tracking down visitors from other states and ordering them to stay inside. Because I work out of state, I’m supposed to self-quarantine when I’m home. Oh joy.
I told him about finishing my Warhammer squad of Black Legion Chaos Space Marines. After a month of having them spread out across the dining room table, I finally finished all their and glued the minis to them. I didn’t want to pack them away unfinished, feeling as though doing so would be too much like quitting every other hobby I’ve had. Now, with them finished, I can pack up all of the painting supplies.
There was some talk about my planned route. “Well, you’ve got it all worked out,” he said. Mostly worked out, is more like it. While I’ve got things mostly planned, I haven’t decided about what I’ll do for the overnights. His mom suggested staying at KOA campgrounds, which would please my mother more only slightly less than staying at a motel. It looks nice, but it also looks like a senior living community. On the other hand, I could stay in national parks. I wouldn’t have all the amenities, and that could suck a bit. However, I’d have a quiet spot for me and the cats. I wouldn’t need to buy myself an entire camp kitchen, since it’s only for a few nights, and I could grab lunches on the road.
“I can live on dried fruit and Pop-Tarts for a few days,” I told him.
“Yeah, you’d enjoy that.”
