Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, October 18, 2020, 8:16 a.m.

I’m just stereotyping here when I say that everybody is going to die. It’s true, of course, but not right away. Not necessarily right way.

Everybody’s got to be careful.

But everybody’s mad. There I go stereotyping again.

Anger may be worse than the virus. Or maybe I can’t think straight because I’ve had too little sleep. It’s the weekend, right? I’ve been doing dangerous things like watching sports on TV. I’ll get back on kilter tomorrow when there’s nothing to watch but TCM. Also, because I won’t have to pick up my sister and take her to work 30 miles away at 6 a.m. and go back to pick her up at 7:15 p.m. Surely her truck will be fixed soon. Taking her 30 miles away to pick it up will be easy.

My signature feeling right now is tired. I’m world-weary. Also weary of seeing so little of it.

On the bright side, the coffee maker is working smoothly. I haven’t banged on it in a week. My hand isn’t even sore now.

My walk on the wild side has consisted of buying some K-cups of pumpkin-spice coffee, which I briefly liked. Half the box remains.

It’s all about me. That’s because in this awful time, most of the time, I’m the only one I see. I talk on the phone. I get texts. No news is good news, but isolation is bad news, so what do you do?

You complain. That’s what.

I’m a liar. When someone asks me how I’m doing, I say fine. I mean, I’ve had a flu shot.

COVID is under my skin because it may get under my skin.

People say as long as I have taste and smell, I’m fine.

The best news, I guess, is that life stinks.

Countin’ flowers on the wall. It don’t bother me at all. Smokin’ cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo. Don’t tell me I’ve nothing to do.

That was Harold, Lew, Don and Phil, circa 1966. Lew wrote it. He died in 1990.

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