And I've now gotten through day one of my isolation without stabbing myself. It was an overcast day, and a drizzle began falling shortly before sunset. It's gotten a bit heavier since, but probably won't get spectacular. Tomorrow might bring showers as well.
Also sad is that I got nothing much done today save a bit of tidying, and taking the wheelie bin out to the street, and then cooking dinner. Oh, and fetching the mail. I got two items from the Census Bureau, each with a slight variation on my address. Both say that by now I should have received my instructions on how to participate in the census online. I haven't. I might go to their web site and see about it anyway, though each of the letters I got has a different census ID number.
They say that if I don't fill it out online that in a few weeks I'll get a paper form to fill out. The problem I'm seeing is that if I fill out the online form with one ID, I'll probably get a paper form for the other ID that I didn't use online. If I don't fill out an online form I'll surely end up getting two paper forms. If I submit only one form with one ID, either online or paper, I'll most likely get a visit from a live census taker because of the unused ID. If I'm still alive then, the census taker will almost certainly infect me with corona virus and I'll die. Damned if I do, damned if I don't. What the funk, Census Bureau?
No plans for tomorrow, of course. Hang out here and Internet and read and cook dinner again, I guess. No real plans. No real plans for the foreseeable future. After so many years in Hell I've been moved into Limbo. I miss Hell already. And I'm not even a Catholic!