I’m making stuff up. Dang Nabit. Lulu has an interview today. Sounds promising. But the job is in an office. That’s means potential exposure to Rona. That scares the blankety blank out of me. In my crazy brain, she has already caught “it”.
Truth be told, I’ve not paid much attention to this virus 🦠 After the initial shock that is. Instead I’ve been using my underwriting chops with avoidance being the best mitigation strategy. I’ve acted like I had it and hunkered down in our bubble. Now I want to read up on anything and everything they now know to see if going out there is safe.
The jury is still out. And I am an armchair doctor much like a Monday morning quarterback. I obviously don’t know sH!t. Ugh.
Oh well. She doesn’t even have the job yet. No use worrying. If only being neurotic was not embedded deeply in my nature.
And watching TV drama The Good Doctor made everything worse. Of course they’re acting out COVID. While there might be one to pull through, others have already succumbed. And this show attempts to mirror real life. I have to wonder how much is embellished?
Man oh man the scene with the wife on the phone asking her husband from his hospital bed “what is that?” when hearing celebratory bells 🔔 felt very real. “Someone is going home” he said. Maybe that’s the more likely outcome as they continue to battle in the pandemic 😷 .
Peace people. Wishing you a stress free Thursday.