“…that’s a trailer park. and those aren’t suites, they’re single-wides.” 

our callers are getting all fancy on us. pinkies out everyone. 

our state’s office of emergency services sent pizzas to us as a thank you for coming to work which is a nice gesture but blind to the fact that we consider ourselves the lucky ones who aren’t losing our minds in our homes, getting drunk and rolling our eyes at our loved ones between tik tok-s (pl).

everyone is becoming agitated. in the event of a moderate extension of this quarantine period all signs point to cannibalism. there are indicators that a post-quarantine emerging economy will be heavily powered by the hit-man and divorce attorney sectors. 

maybe it’s a good thing all the gun stores have been shut down.

the biggest problem i’m having in my world is coming up with $20k in earnest money for the house we’re buying in florida because my husband the airline captain has been grounded for the most part. also, my promise of $5k got quadrupled by my realtor because apparently the rules of math have broken down. this has involved hours – HOURS – of waiting on hold with various financial institutions because This Current Bullshit has made my fellow ‘muricans thirsty to do some bankin’.

i sure hope this thing comes together.