Bud’s settled, kindof. Danita has an aid coming in 3 days a week at Noon. Bud’s kickin’ and complain’. For now, it’s what we can do.

My four and a half year Dell Latitude computer stopped charging the battery. I have this super duper 5-year “we’ll come to your house and fix anything” warranty. So I called Dell. They’re like “Dude, your battery’s 5 years old, buy a battery.” And I said “Hey buddy, if I buy a battery and it still doesn’t work, will Dell pay for the battery?” So they agreed to replace some parts and I’m saying “Hey, bro. You’re the man.” So I cleared off my desk and created an admin account for the tech. The tech came, went directly upstairs, and did stuff to the computer for 45 minutes. Then he said “It works.” and left. Danita immediately starts wiping down doorknobs with alcohol. That’s when I realized the tech didn’t cough, sneeze, or look sick. But he also came in without gloves or a mask. Danita found out the virus can live on a wood desk up to 4 days. I think after day two, whatever’s left has to be sparse and weak. But really, there’s no reason why I have to sit at my desk. So I have my computer back now (because it is not made of wood) and I’ll get my desk back tomorrow. And my computer lives for a few more months — or maybe years. Who knows?

I’m still bike riding. I was out the other day. The weather was cool so I had a jacket. But I was going up hill and working hard, so the jacket and jersey were unzipped. I don’t bike with a mask because I need the air. I’m puffing and panting up this hill, trying to keep over 5 MPH when a lady comes up from behind, dinging her little bell. She’s all bundled up in her jacket like she’s cold. She’s wearing a mask that looks like it filters the larger air molecules. And she’s effortlessly going about 10 MPH.

Not that I feel particularly old, but we have another cool, windy day today. Danita and I decided to take a walk. I’ve been having real problems keeping my glasses clean, so I took them off and left them on the table. While I was walking, it looked like my glasses were dirty. Drat. I have too many floaters, and for some reason they’re not moving around much.

I often have problems hearing other people. It used to be only at noisy parties. Now with social distancing, it happens quite frequently. I was planning to see an audiologist when we got back from vacation. Unfortunately, the world was pretty much shut down when we got back from vacation. Danita and I cancelled several medical appointments. The one I kept was done by video conference.

Now for the finishing touch. The federal plan for re-opening the country has everybody else going to work, going to school, and eating out, while us old folks continue to shelter in place. I hate that phrase.

Other than these minor irritations, we’re doing quite well, and I hope all of you are also.