With the rise of Covid cases in my province measures have once more been put in place.
10% capacity in stores.
Which means that once more there are line ups.
It was not so bad at work on Friday.
Only twice was there a line during my shift and even then it was only a few minutes as my customers told me.
Yesterday was a glorious day.
I cleaned the apartment.
Washed the floors.
The litter boxes.
The storage room where I keep the litter boxes.
I went and sat outside for two hours and read as well.
Got me a little color.
Plan to get out there soon and enjoy the sun today too.
I am reading Graveyard Shift.
Written by D.M. Guay.
I am loving it.
The main character is a goofy loser who is drowning in debt living at home and disappointing his mother. No Job. Plays video games all night. Sleeps all day. Has an obsession with slurpees (Canadian term) slushies in the book and a crush on the girl working at the Dairy Mart where they have the most slushies ever.
Turns out that there is a portal to hell and they guard it to keep out the possessors/snakemen etc out while allowing demons with proper accreditation through to party the night away.
I am only half way through it.
Our hero is quite whiney in some regards but also super loveable.
At least to me.
He is aware of his faults and loves his mom.
Oh and the night manager of the ‘Demon Mart’/Dairy Mart is Kevin.
With a hand as a roommate.
So far I am giving it a 3.5 out of 5.
And just checked have only read 45% of the book.
Oh yeah and his Guardian Angel is an Eight Ball.
After I had a short nap T made us dinner.
Tilapia and salad.
It was amazing in that I did not have to cook.
I had been going to go over to Co-Op to grab Pepsi but looking over at all the cars at the gas pumps and in the parking lot and nope no way no how.
I don’t handle being in line ups well.
My anxiety amps up.
Which is super weird given that I work with the public.
Or maybe I just don’t want to be seen.
I told T that he could go over after supper.
Gave him my bank card.
I am sitting here playing a game on my phone trying not to let my imagination run away with me.
He is waiting in the line up.
That is all.
No one has kidnapped him.
Just as I have this thought my phone goes off alerting me to my bank card being used.
Next thing I know he comes barreling through the door.
Apparently it was raining.
I said nothing about my niggling worry.
Remember I am trying to let go a tad…..let him be a young man.
T: I told the guy behind me that if we had to wait much longer that you were going to put out a missing persons alert on me.
I laughed and asked what the guy had said.
He had laughed too.
Does my son know me or what?
Pictures are my own