My sister’s dogs are bed hogs. Kona likes to sprawl out in the middle of the mattress while Ralphie is given to pacing around at night and burrowing under the covers. They must have awakened a good half dozen times between 5-7 a.m., anxiously looming over me in expectation of an early breakfast. Every time I’d tell them “Go back to bed”, they’d lie down, wait until a respectful time had elapsed (10-15 minutes), then get up again and loom. And when they’re not sprawling, pacing, burrowing or looming, they’re barking. LOUDLY.
This morning, my sister sent a photo of the view outside the window of her Hawaiian hotel room –
This, meanwhile, was the view outside mom’s patio door –
Today, it was -21C/-6F, the perfect temperature for staying indoors and working on your scripts. And that’s what I did. In addition to continuing my deep dive research into this coronavirus. Which, apparently, has now been renamed Covid-19 by The World Health Organization. Great to see the W.H.O. finally being proactive on this front. Meanwhile, I sleep well knowing that the experts continue to reassure the general public that this virus is no worse than the common flu.
Oh, that reminds me. Have the hazmat-suited health workers been by to fumigate your offices yet? I hear this year’s flu strain is a particularly nasty bug.
— Corona virus news (@coronavirus_flu) February 13, 2020
Tomorrow, I expect more of the same – but slightly different. Sort of like Bill Murray on his 30th Groundhog Day loop. A fitful night’s sleep culminating in an early wake-up. Some morning internet surfing and writing. Lunch with mom. More writing at mom’s how. BUT for dinner, I’ll be visiting my old buddy Lawrence and his wife for Korean fried chicken!
Meanwhile, back home in Toronto…