F*ck the People’s Republic of China.
There, that made me feel a little better. Not a lot better, but I have to admit, a little.
I am not under any sort of official quarantine, I don’t know that I have been exposed to the Chinese Plague and I’m not sick. But I am reluctant to go where other people are. I ran a little off-road route on Sunday and it felt good to tear up and rut up back roads, splash through deep pools of water and so forth.
If I lived in a city, it would feel a bit like prison.
I was on the phone about work earlier. I don’t know that any money will be made, but it broke some of the monotony.
I’m not the first person to be locked down by a plague. It’s useful to have a month’s worth of necessities.
Listening to the news makes me want to travel to DC and open a can of whoop-ass, so I’m trying not to watch the news.