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Decontamination
Mar. 30th, 2020 06:08 pmThis morning I saw someone in a protective suit walking down the other side of the street spraying sanitizer.
At least, I assume that's what he was doing. If I were looking at his actual motions, out of context, I would have guessed he was killing weeds, because he was mostly spraying the edges of the pavement, not the railings or front doors or cars or, you know, the things people actually touch. It was a little confusing. Maybe he was only spraying weed killer, and his bright orange coveralls, face mask and goggles were to protect him from long exposure to a carcinogen. But it's not really the pavement weeds time of year.
I am back to being an antisocial curmudgeon. It's what I'm good at, and causes the fewest problems for everyone. Long may it continue ... or at least until I've done some, any, work on the book I'm supposed to have as my No. 1 priority. Lockdown ought to be the best thing for it, and yet every day throws new obstacles in its path. This poor book has had a very bumpy year.
But first I have to finish this commission which I was going to finish last night, until everything went wahoonie-shaped. It should only take me till lunch, I thought this morning, and now it is 6:08 pm. Sigh.
At least, I assume that's what he was doing. If I were looking at his actual motions, out of context, I would have guessed he was killing weeds, because he was mostly spraying the edges of the pavement, not the railings or front doors or cars or, you know, the things people actually touch. It was a little confusing. Maybe he was only spraying weed killer, and his bright orange coveralls, face mask and goggles were to protect him from long exposure to a carcinogen. But it's not really the pavement weeds time of year.
I am back to being an antisocial curmudgeon. It's what I'm good at, and causes the fewest problems for everyone. Long may it continue ... or at least until I've done some, any, work on the book I'm supposed to have as my No. 1 priority. Lockdown ought to be the best thing for it, and yet every day throws new obstacles in its path. This poor book has had a very bumpy year.
But first I have to finish this commission which I was going to finish last night, until everything went wahoonie-shaped. It should only take me till lunch, I thought this morning, and now it is 6:08 pm. Sigh.
