Hey COVID19! Bite me!

I don't want to die and I don't want to get old but I'm not a stinking one celled coronavirus. What is that anyway? I'm a primate. I've done more things before I was one than you haven't the slightest inkling of or ever will. You can kill me. Get in line. You may want to take a number.

The trick you see isn't just to be here. Rocks can do that. The trick is to know you're here and understand you're having all these experiences. I even have feelings about all that and memories and thoughts. Lets count what you have. Squat. Stick to lung tissue. Die. Not particularly impressive.

You see what I'm saying? You're a virus and I'm the top of the food chain. Nothing lasts forever and I not only get that - I can deal with it. You have no clue. Stick to lung tissue. Die. Out of tricks.

I was sexually taken advantage of by the Dobson twins. I flew into John Wayne airport, walked off the tarmac like in a 1930's movie, stayed in Laguna Beach, and got paid just to talk. I lost a job by mooning a double decker Amtrac train on the Colorado River. I won a basketball championship. I drove 200 kph on the autobahn. I've wasted more time than you can comprehend. I loved a woman, shared my life with her, helped her die, and reinvented myself. Are you getting any of this?

You may think I fear you if you were able to think anything at all. But that would be wrong. You aren't the lint in my bellybutton. And if you do kill me, congratulations on beating out cancer, pneumonia, stroke, heart attack and all my other friends too numerous to mention. It doesn't change anything that matters. I'd explain that but it would be a waste of time.

Bye bye now. See you in the funny papers. Oh right...nevermind.

Thanks, Wolf. You speak for many of us.

I am doing fine - miss seeing my hubby but I know I am not alone. Made a trip Monday to the grocery store, went to Walmart today. Should be good for a couple weeks at least.