I just popped into a very busy cafe.

I just popped into a very busy cafe. I wanted to call everyone's attention and say "Hey does anyone here currently have the Covid virus?
 I would buy your coffee if you wouldn't mind hocking a loogie right in my eye." 
Sounds dumb I know but I wanna get on the other side of this mess so I can start helping people. 
That isn't really practical though because the whole idea is about buying time so hospitals don't get over full. 
I keep noticing symptoms and asking Olive if it's Covid. 
"Hey I'm urinating popcorn, is that the virus?" 
Her: "No you're a clown, that's normal." Thanks Hon.

I love that we are existing in a brief moment where farting is immeasurably less offensive than coughing or sneezing. Right on farts for moving up the social ladder (by default)

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Told Olive Rootbeer I was having an unpleasant, ill feeling.

She asked what my symptoms were. 
I told her I have been randomly changing the TV channels in a house across the street...with my mind. 
She asked what I had to eat all day. 
I recount four 16 oz. cups coffee and a Thai Iced tea. 
She isn't a med pro but she knew what was wrong.
 Puberty.

Is this a thing?
 I just realized that folks will be quarantined together, shag it up out of boredom, get preggers and name the kid Covid. "Larry Covid 19 you get in the house and do your homework!" They will eventually develop into quatenteens.

I just hung out with a 5th grade class.

 It wasn't planned. We were stuck waiting on a freight train that was blocking the road.
 A lot of them were singing and I was eavesdropping searching for our next song. 
Made some friends. 
Then a crazy guy showed up. The class split because the train wasn't moving and the guy was looking very threatening. He was having some kind of episode.
 Then suddenly he ran up on the train.
 I thought he was filtering through like some others were but instead he went into the locomotive engine.
I split too before I became a witness in a federal crime.
 I caught up with the 5th graders and chatted with the teachers. Then I went for a burrito. 
As I waited, crazy guy showed up again. He had a broom now and was checking car doors. He was using the broom in a clever way. 
He would sweep in front of a business (check the door) move over, sweep check that door etc. 
People make their living however they can. I wasn't gonna stop him if he didn't harm anyone or find an open door. 
One of the kid's had a great take on the guy. "That man is seriously inappropriate."

Just went down Hawthorne street.

 It's dead. Most of the shops and restaurants are empty. I talked with some worker bees who said it's been really slow all week in the shops. 
It's fascinating to me to see how this shakeup eventually pans out. 
Will there be an economic mass extinction event? 
And what new things will open up as a result. 
Who are the dinosaurs and who are the mammals scurrying underfoot? 
I hope the little shops thrive and "top heavy" big box stores dive.Time will tell. 
Good luck out there Friends.

Yeah. I just heard the dog outside freaking out about something.

Y'now that bark they do when something is up. I went to go deal with it but on the way I realized a marvelous fact.
We don't own a dog. Score!
Not my circus, not my monkeys. Now I can return to eating pie in the bathtub.
Welcome to the wonderful world of chaotic neutral.

Innernetz thing: I post to the Fbee and almost always click "Turn off notifications."

Innernetz thing: I post to the Fbee and almost always click "Turn off notifications." 
I have to or I get buried in responses. I sporadically check back on the when I can. 
Sometimes what I post sparks discourse, debate arguments. 
That is why I posted. It's great to look over people discussing current affairs and in some small way stewarding the country. Believe it or not, sometime huge arguments break out. 
I'm like "woah, my high school PE coach is really getting into it with my old neighbor." 
The can live over a thousand miles from each other and wouldn't even meet if it wasn't for lil ol me. Occasionally it gets real, things are said and people really get hot. 
Then one of the parties deletes their comments leaving only the other side who are saying something like "I can't believe Dingo didn't delete your comment." 
Well. I never saw the comment. 
Just the ruins of an argument. In this experiment that is life I find that fascinating. 
Still that situation needs a name or jargon. 
I been calling them "plot-holes" but that isn't good enough. 
What do you call the remnants of a half deleted argument?

Ears are ringing.

I can't complain. It's in C. I can listen to that tone all day.