I’m so disgusted with what’s going on outside that I decided to keep my thoughts this week about inside, more or less.
Somethings I’ve noticed:
- One Girl Scout Mint Chocolate Cookie is only 60 calories
- Russell Stover’s makes a no sugar (uses Stevia) series of chocolates, 60 calories each (to die for!)
- If you sleep late, the day doesn’t seem as long
- As an early riser, I now find it supremely easy to sleep late…
- Sleeping late often makes it hard to fall asleep at night, which of course makes it easier to sleep late
- My dog patiently waits from 9 pm to 10 am to relieve himself; I’m up every two or three hours. One comedian said he stops drinking all liquids at noon and can’t understand why he still gets up in the middle of the night…
- It is embarrassing how many projects one finds undone from years ago
- At a certain point it takes a lot longer to put things away than to just leave them where they are
- If Times Square, the 405 in LA, the Dan Ryan in Chicago, and I-95 in Miami all stayed this empty, our insurance rates would plummet.
- If you leave your car in the garage, or outside, too long without starting it, the charge dissipates. The upside is when it goes dead, you can’t go anywhere in it, so you can’t drive your your self-quarantine
- And I think a lot, usually about really stupid stuff.
- Then there is the mask order my city, Boca Raton, and it’s northern, attached neighbor, Delray Beach, just issued that everyone who goes out of the house into someplace else must wear a mask. I go out about once a week for “must-dos.” Yesterday I stopped counting at two dozen the number of times I tried to hold something in my teeth or put a drink to my lips only to bump it into the mask. My mind is having a hard time accepting that there is something between my hand and my mouth.
- Like success in real estate is “location, location, location” success in quarantine is routine, routine, routine.
- If I lived in a big city three or four room apartment I’d never go up to the roof. I’d probably jump off. And if there were no roof access, someone had best hide the knives.
- I never spend the day in the clothes I slept in. My mother would be proud of me.
- And if someone tells you at the end of this month, or maybe even the end of next month, to run outside waving your hands and yelling, “Free at last, free at last, great God almighty, free at last,” don’t do it–at least from my perspective.
Slightly buggy but still well, Bill Gralnick assumes he’ll be in this space again next week. For more odds and ends from his mind go to his webpage http://www.williamgralnickauthor.com or follow his blogs at http://www.atleastfrommyperspectiveblog.wordpress.com. And as he reminds you weekly, “Read–its good for both of us.”