I did a prescription run yesterday. I also picked up a few things we haven’t been able to have delivered. There were very few people in the store and most people were wearing either masks, gloves or both. I was surprised by the people who didn’t have any protection. Maybe they think the whole thing is a hoax. People are not dying. There was no moon landing. Vaccines cause autism. Every time I go out I’m afraid I’ll bring it back to Lion even if I do everything right. I suppose, if I take all precautions, the risk is fairly low, but I still worry.
I was already tired before I went to the store yesterday. I need to figure out how to get some decent sleep. I try to move around at least as much as I would have at work. That’s not saying much. It’s better than lounging in bed all day, but not by much. On the plus side, and I don’t know how this is happening, I’ve lost a few pounds since being home. Yay me!
Despite going to the store yesterday, every day is pretty much the same as the last. Get up, eat breakfast, write a post, putter around, eat lunch, putter around, eat dinner, watch TV, go to bed, rinse and repeat. And, yes, somewhere in there I play with Lion. I also shower. It’s monotonous. It’s saying something when the highlight of the day/week is mowing the lawn. Right now I’m debating if it’s better to mow while it’s overcast or wait for the sun to come out. Decisions, decisions.
Lion is in his final few days of working. I’m sure he’ll be super bored although he has the ability to find things to do, usually on the computer. Many years ago, while he was unemployed for an extended period of time, he learned to cook by watching a cooking channel on TV. I’ve been thinking about watching some Ted talks. I’ve also been wondering about learning sign language. And, of course, I could find something online to further my career. If we don’t find something to do, we’ll both have far too much time to focus on worrying about our jobs recovering whenever that’s possible.
You’d think I would have figured out how to incorporate play into things a bit better than I have. For a few more days, I still have to work around Lion’s schedule. I know that’s an excuse, but I can’t just say, “At 1, I want your naked butt in the air for anal activity.” He could still have meetings. I think his job is starting to realize it’s not so simple for people to just stop working. Things still need to be taken care of on certain levels. Having Joe from accounting cover operations is not feasible. My job has already increased the managers from half- to full-time because they weren’t able to get things done. And I’m pretty sure they still won’t be able to get everything done.
The other day I had hopes that Lion’s refractory period had decreased. Even though he wasn’t able to get to the edge, he was hard and willing. Last night, it might have been the lateness, but he never really got hard. He was trying but he never got fully hard. Nope. He’s not broken. He just needs more play in his diet. A CBT supplement will perk him right up. Perhaps a butt plug infusion will help matters along. All I have to do is snap out of my unemployment coma and give him the attention he needs.
Ready, Lion? [Lion — Yup!]