Day 105: Woke up to the alarm going off at 7 am and the boy at the end of the bed asking why the alarm was going off... ok, I don't know... maybe it's time to get up. Grabbed a shower, put on a white shirt (that will become significant later in the day) and got desserts for breakfast... cheese cake and rhubarb pie... ya still on this ridiculous diet, LOL - We picked up sidekick and took him for his doctors appointment. While he was there I went and picked up some money at the bank and they gave it to me... not sure if I want to do business with a financial institution that gives me money but hey... then went back for sidekick. OK shopping has been backing up for months... now we need to get out and find stuff we have been doing without for months now... some things are being revisited from last weeks adventure. We start in the Walmart parking lot... I get a massage: We are waiting near the red bins at the entrance, are you coming soon? 2 minutes later I pulled in the parking lot. Now I found a music keyboard and stand online that was posted last night after doing my report $40... I'm thinking I need a stand, and that one is about $50 plus tax, plus shipping... hey I'm getting a stand at a good price and they are throwing in the keyboard for free... it looked a little beat anyway but I was told it worked. I finish the transaction and put the goods in the back of the Mazda... Heather messages me... are you buying a keyboard? What do you need another keyboard for? I really have to stop having my messages forwarded to her phone LOL No, I'm not buying a keyboard... I'm buying a keyboard stand... they are giving me the keyboard for free... I promise I will throw one of the old ones out. I had one poised for the dumpster anyway. Next stop Crappy Tire... now they must know they pissed off a lot of people last week that didn't want to push their COVID infested carts through the store just because they can't count... so today as we walked in, the greeter was standing by the carts explaining to people how they didn't have to take a cart today... at least someone on the Canadian Tire board of directors is reading my COVID Reports. And low and behold they had SodaStream canisters, I sent boy back out to the car to get the old one that was laying on the floor. Bought 2 new garbage cans... ok they are recycle cans, they didn't have garbage cans in the size and type we need, so they are the same thing but blue... I'm going to have to paint the word Garbage on the side of it... even though the same guy picks up both at the same time each week... now to figure out how to get rid of the old can... TP and PT, sandals and rubber boots for the boy... meh ok lets get out before I spend too much... it was too late for that already. Off to BestBuy to see Melanie and try to buy the stuff they didn't have last week. Headset for Xbox, batteries for scale, 2 more charging cords for the apple product because if they are not replaced frequently apples will burst into flames and burn down your home if unattended. Still no tape for my label maker... might have to order that. SideKicks Lawyers to drop off paperwork... Oh wait... another text message from the wife... apparently I need to buy a sanding block and a protractor on a stick... they sell them at Crappy Tire... ok back out the far end of town again... grabbed some lunch and coffee on the way... Pick of the Crop again... They really need to get some people in there that know what the food is they are selling. Sidekick asked for a piece of chicken, Leg and Thigh (there were only 2 options... leg&thigh OR breast)... the guy behind the counter (who I know has been doing the job for at least 3 weeks now) doesn't have any idea which is which... his buddy back there looks at him like he is stupid or something (as did I) and tell him the Breast is the one with the Leg attached to it... the other one is the thigh. Which completely didn't help since sidekick asked for a thigh and leg... the confusion continued.  I told him the leg is attached to the thigh... he still had to hold up different pieces of chicken until he guessed the right one... now I don't know where they find these special people, it's just nice to know they are taking in the mentally challenged and giving there lives a little more purpose and helping them to support themselves... wow... all that and I didn't use the "R" worked once, Heather will be proud of me. 3 week... 3 weeks and still doesn't have any idea what the food is called... and from what I've seen, it pretty much the same each week. Grabbed a coffee from Timmies on the way back to Crappy Tire... not at the one across the street from Pick of the Crop... we went to the one near BestBuy because they were more likely to get our order right. Fuck good help is getting hard to find lately. Walked over to the tool section in CT... nothing, ok the crappy plastic one that Heather is trying to get away from using so... I head to HomeDepot next... same thing, plastic shit... Home hardware... ditto... Walmart, hey I need a cheap pair of sandals, couldn't find any at CT when I got Boys in the morning. 2 more hardware stores... ok Heather is on her own at this point, I got 3 hours invested in finding a protractor on a stick... if they want things measured with any accuracy they can find and buy her one... if all the want is plus or minus 20 deg and they are good with that why does she care? BulkBarn... this has to be the only store that has changed and actually become more pleasant to shop at. I get a staff member to fetch things for me... I don't have to touch any of the icky bins filled with stuff... normally it's white powdery stuff and I'm dressed in black so... they supply me with gloves so they don't have covid infested carts... any they don't give a shit about the arrows on the floor... got more sweetener and some almond flour, ouch $80, but I got a servant too so... Across the road to go grocery shopping... COVID Door Nazis are no longer asking if we are together, so that's good... it was raining out so rather than wiping the carts off they just left them in the rain a while then put them inside... I guess that's a little sloppy. lot's of good sales today... chicken went down to preCOVID prices, I guess they found when you crank up the price too much people would rather have steak. LOL On the way out of town we hit Timmies again... now after ordering they ask if that's all for the day... Ummm, trick question? Like if I say no they are going to expect me to order more... or am I not allow to come back later? When they asked me this this morning I guess I lied because here I am again, apparently that wasn't all for the day... if I come back again... ok you get my point, their closing statement is just dumb, no doubt someone in management thought long and hard to come up with that to try to generate some amount of up sales... god bless their stupid little minds. Sidekick needed to get back home to go do a few jobs... we headed East. By this time it was dinner time... The boy and I pulled in around 5:30pm didn't have time to go to the farm for eggs... maybe a tomorrow thing. We unpacked the car... the Wife took a shining to the wings... so wings it was for dinner. Now you are seeing where the white shirt ties in... ya... Buffalo Chicken Wings are awesome... but not white shirt friendly kind of awesome. So after dinner I spent some time with a TideStick in the bathroom trying to fix my Callaway Golf shirt... took a while but I think I managed to save it... I hope one of the mice get hold of that wing I lost on the floor... I would love to see it's eyes bug out of it's head, they were a little on the hot side tonight.  After dinner I plugged in the keyboard to see if it worked... it made a horrible humming sound but did play music... I thought for a minute. Sounds like an electrical interference you would get on an old car radio when ... hey wait a minute... I check the power supply and I check the back of the keyboard where the voltage is stamped... ya, 12 volt power supply 9 volt keyboard... I go to my junk bin... here we go 9 volt power supply, negative in the center... plugged it in, worked perfectly... so I start poking at what I hadn't been interested in before and thinking it wouldn't take too much work to put it back into good working order... this this was expensive when it was bought, like the 500-600 dollar range... I see why they sold it, likely got it from someone else, couldn't get it working with the wrong power supply and dumped it for what they could to get rid of it... LOL I'm OK with that in this case... going though the manual I found online now... wow... there is a lot to this one. Well off to do some bed time reading.

Day 104: Woke up at a semi reasonable time, made breakfast and sat down at the computer to catch up on some Facebook crap. Seems people are still posting about hockey... I noticed one of my comments is now being used as a promotional endorsement on one of the hockey websites. It almost sounded like it was professionally written, unlike the stuff I post here, LOL. Garbage day... the 2 of us managed to corral the bags of garbage around the house and get them out to the 'curb'... note to self, buy a new garbage can tomorrow, you can only back over them so many times for so many years before they no longer function well enough to hold a trash bag. We gave the Minecraft server a rest and loaded up some of our HardCore World I posted about a month or so ago... Mission was to find a Woodland Mansion and not die killing everything in it. We managed to get a map and head off in the direction of the mansion... wait, we are going the wrong way aren't we? Doh! OK back past our house and off in the other direction... east west north south... they all look the same when you live on a tiny little island in the middle of the ocean. We are still on route... his friends called and I lost him to the basement. I tidied up the kitchen some, still trying to recover from the weekend. When Heather got home she asked about the garbage and the can... I had to explain it is impossible to throw out a garbage can, you need to cut it up and put it in a bag so they don't know it's a garbage can or just take it to the dump yourself. I've even tried putting a fucked garbage can in a can to see if they would take it before... No Dice! they set it on the side of the road all nice and neat like it was something to be proud of... sure the other cans that were out at the same time were tossed in the yard, dragged down the street, peed on by the animals in the neighbourhood... wait for it, wait for it... where the hell is the squiggly line under the neighbourhood word... nothing... well mark that on the calendar... After dinner Heather Practiced her sax in the living room, Lawson played video games with his friends on line and I poked at the Minecraft server a bit before getting to my COVID Report. Must sleep need to be up tomorrow.

Day 103: Ya you notice I finally changed from spelling out the number... they are getting too fucking large... not something I considered when I started this. 5:30 am... why the fuck am I up again... Ah, Heather apparently needed my bank card... she got a guilty look on her face after she read that over my shoulder and confessed. I remember looking at the clock, I remember from about then on but nothing before that... The boy wasn't too much behind on the morning. We sorted out some more things on the Minecraft server but for some reason he seems reluctant to have his friends play on it... I keep telling him there isn't anything they can do to it and if so I can fix it without hardly any effort... I think too much online playing with their friends is effecting them. I always wondered what was going to define the next generation, I assumed some type of technology... We had the Boomers, GenX, the Millennials... we now have the COVIDKids... how wonderful... greatest job potential of the generation, therapists. Fuck, another Monday... I hate Mondays nothing get accomplished on Mondays the wife works me too hard on the weekend and by Monday getting up to pee is a challenge. I did make it out the the garage because I wasn't 100% happy with the "Stick" I had made. It didn't feel right in my hands and mine are bigger than the boys so to him it must have been really whacked... to be honest, I cut the project short after everyone just labeled it a stick. So I worked on the handle more, made it longer so you could choke up on the bat without holding the thick part in your hand so much. When I was happy with it, I brought it in and got out the patterned flame hockey tape and wrapped the handle. the pattern matched as I wrapped, from one end to the other and formed a nice straight line along the whole handle... I must have got the size right (assuming any thought was put into the tape at all)... looks more like a bat now... I'm giving it a name: "Stick" now no one will have any questions as to what I'm talking about when referencing this in the future. In the afternoon sidekick came by for coffee and to check out the lathe, I really have to figure out how to grease the bearings on that thing without ripping it all apart... after 20 some odd year I think it could use it. Maybe a syringe with some grease in it... and idea I have to work on. Heather made it home a little late from work today, we kinda had BBQed chicken on the menu for tonight but the chicken was skinless and it just didn't seem right as there was nothing to hold the BBQ sauce on... Hmm... wait, those coconut encrusted shrimp would be tasty in the chicken variety... I deboned and cut up the chicken into chicken strips and Heather took care of the coconut mixture and got the frying pan going on the stove. Yup that was it... and cheese cake for dessert. Mmmm We lay about fading in and out of consciousness, the results of a Monday... I asked what the time was... 7pm... dear lord it felt like midnight. The boy was set in motion on his bed time routine, if that didn't start promptly tonight we were going to fall to sleep and leave him without the instruction he gets every night and he may forget to sleep. Pretty sure it only took him an hour or so to brush his teeth, by then Heather was long gone. I sent him to bed. Don't remember much after that... I didn't get this finished, so tonight entry is going to start with Day 104: Got up and did last night COVID Report.

Day 102: Sunday - Father's Day... Want something done right, do it yourself... I made pancakes for breakfast and then went back to bed and ate them there. With no great urgency to get up it was a late start to the day. So I head out to the garage and fire up the lathe. I have a scrap piece of wood because I have no idea what's going to happen, this thing hasn't run in 20 years. Now it's a little small for a baseball bat but I'm going with that... I can make a baseball bat for my son on father's day... The boy and Heather head out to the yard to play catch. Eventually Heather pops in the garage... "Why are you making a stick?" I explain it's not a stick it's a baseball bat... she would have been more happy if it was just a stick, she has visions of the boy hammering balls at her head and using it to beat on things that should aught to be beaten on... she leaves. Fifteen minutes later the boy comes into the garage and see what I am doing. He looks at me with a puzzled look on his face. "Dad, why are you making a stick?" - I't not a stick, it's a baseball bat. He held his ground because to him it looked like a stick. SO I made a Stick today and gave it the boy to wack things... first order of business was to climb on the trampoline with it and use it to smash beach balls out of the yard... ya, I can't see this ending well either. Next thing I make is a plate to mount blocks of wood to so I can make more safe things like salad bowls... Heather has been wanted some wooden bowls since I bought this 20 years ago. SOON! I brushed of the wood chips and went in for lunch. Heather had made up some buns for us to have samiches on... ham and swiss... and fat bombs for dessert... I think she made those last night in her sleep. Now well in the garage I spied the whipper snipper and pondered for a minute as to the location of the battery... now I had it a week ago... and I put it someplace... someplace safe that I would remember... it was in the... err.... ummm.... fuck... where the hell did I put that? If I had a fucking quarter for every time I put something some place safe and couldn't ever find it again... I could finance the government's economic bailout plan for the COVID19 Crisis. Pretty sure it wasn't in the garage or it would have been with the weed eater... it wasn't in the kitchen (a place I normally designate as a "some place safe" zone)... only other thing I was doing was cleaning up the basement... oh dear lord I hope it;s not down there (I'm a ways off holding a "Look I Got it Clean Party" down there)... it's still a work in progress. I start putting away tools, sweep up the floor, digging out the work bench... hey look a piece of maple... I pull the broken spatula out of my pocket I had been carrying around for days. Hey this looks like it will fit with a little trimming and sanding. I look at the pile of boxes on the table saw... well that's apparently the next project.... I clean off the saw... cut the maple a little larger so I can sand it to shape... You know while I'm down here I might as well change the belt on the sander... last handle I made like this took forever to sand because... well... there really wasn't much in the way of sand left on the paper... when the inside of the sandpaper belt says 80 but you can use it to polish thing with... it's not 80 anymore. So I go to change the belt, seems there is a pile of crap on that machine too. Man this is not really how I planned father's day going. I dig it out... last thing I move in the pile... the battery for the whipper snipper... hmmm... finish the handle or look for the battery charger... I had that in my hand in the kitchen when I started looking for the battery... I wonder if it is still there someplace save... Ya, I finish the handle. Fits perfect... and for the hole in the end of the handle to hang it by... drill press, another buried tool... I repeated the process that the table saw and sander went through. By this time dinner is approaching... I can barely move never mind walk... obviously did way too much today. I crawled into the bathroom and into the shower, turned it on and lied on the floor until most of the yucky was off. Crawled to the bedroom... into the bed... Heather and Lawson were making BBQed Steaks and grilled veggies, some shrooms... corn on the cob and little potatoes for Lawson with his steak... I manage to drag my ass and a bottle of wine to the table. All went well until desserts came and I didn't have room left for cheese cake... this diet is killing me... I pushed the cheese cake in my pie hole anyway, room or no room... because, duh, cheese cake. Back to the bedroom. So I called my dad, if you want that story you can call my dad too. But after that we pretty much vegged and black out in some kind of worked too much plus food coma thing. I'm not sure if Heather fell to sleep and was playing scrabble on her phone in her sleep and just dreaming stuff up to tell me about the game... or she may have actually been playing it... she was getting a lot of 70+ point words... pretty sure she was sleep gaming.

Day 101: Weekend, Saturday, Summer, Hot... Humid... Hazy... It didn't start as early as most days. We let Lawson sleep in the basement, dark and cool... maybe there is a reason he got the nickname Potato. He's on a French Toast kick lately... not sure why... I do make good French Toast but frankly I'd rather have pancakes of waffles given the choice. Then I built some Omelettes for the big people in the family... ham, cheese, peppers... oh and Coffee... as we finished off the 1st pot, Sidekick came by... I put on another pot... could be why I'm still up at 2 am. Took care of some paper work and then had plans to return some beer bottles and retrieve some of the missing info in the paperwork from another source pile that was not currently available at the location of our meeting. Oh and he came baring gifts... a dust collector for the lathe project and a few chisels I can use until I find my own... I looked some more for them... still can't find them. We dropped off the bottles at the Hall in VG to support them in keeping things afloat since nothing is happening to generate any income at all to pay the bills... halls and baseball diamonds and soccer fields aren't much good to anyone at this point in time... but some day... hopefully they will still be there when things come around. Made it home just in time for dinner... ya, kinda worked though lunch and I'm thinking now how I could use another meal... Heather had sausages on deck. Fired onions, peppers, all was good... but what intrigued me even more was cheese cake she was working on for tomorrow (I will have to get a photo tomorrow)... it was a work of art, I have never seen one with such a flawless surface even after it cooled down, not a crack or imperfection anywhere... now I have to think of what I want as a topping for it... hmm... A Father's Day Cheese Cake... some days I'm just a lucky guy.

Day 100: Got up at 6am again... lord knows why... maybe to plan the big centennial celebration... what's that? It's only been 100 days not 100 years... well what do you call a 100 day span... Fortnight is a few weeks... A few fortnight and a bit is a month... 3 months is a Season... 100 days has to be something. Today was uneventful, Lawson and I played some games together, he ate some of his favorite foods, Heather got home late after showing some of the management around the new and improved core shack... scavenged some meats and cheeses from the fridge to make a little platter for dinner and started to watch SpaceForce on Netflix (must be Canadian made LOL) So rather than beat on the details of the day I thought about looking back on the last 100 days. OK WTF... pretty sure someone flushed the play book down the shitter on day 3. You really have to wonder if there was anything more we could have done... like maybe not gone out of our way to prove how it only takes a small portion of the country to act like compete selfish fucking ass wads to send everything into chaos... like WTF was with the toilet paper issue... I sincerely hope that all those people, who are now stuck with a garage full of ass wipe, find themselves unemployed, broke, losing everything they own, just because when push came to shove, all they did was try to screw everyone around them. Now I did say a small portion... on the other side of the coin there are those of us who cut back, donated items to the less fortunate, helped others do things they couldn't do for themselves... but none of us will be remembered... they are only going to remember the hoarders and the TP crisis. What else do we have... oh yes, the children and school closures... I gotta say, there are a lot of people pulling there hair out by the roots because the children 'They Raised' aren't the nicest people to be around. To them I can only say: ROTFLMAO Serves You Right... someone instilled those values in your child... and something about reaping what you sew. Maybe this will inspire some of those people to do a little something about how they are raising their children. Let's hope anyway. AND LOCK DOWN... people have a few different issues here. Biggest problem, people not getting it or caring. You've seen the photos of the public gatherings, beaches, parks, vacations, spring break... hell even some complete countries... if we all don't try just a little bit, these idiots are the ones that are going to cause the greatest damage.... then also another 'other side of the coin' group, they lose there mind any time someone looks outside there home even for the best of reasons. The Shamers, ridged, unable to understand that some of us still need to do things, go places, essential things... some of us have essential jobs or provide assistance to people in need of help, shop for essential items, food, medication... if everyone was just locked in there homes for 100 days, far more people would end up dead than COVID19 could ever kill. BUT some people don't understand that for some reason... ok, I'll let you in on a secret, the reason is they are stupid. Get off your high horse and do something useful or helpful, it can be done safely and with minimal risk, edjamacate yourselves. Me... I'm a stay at home Dad... pretty much in my job description this staying at home thing. I'm sorry if it's not for everyone, it's affected me little. Sorry. TBC

Day 100 Continued: AND NEXT Sorry brings me to my next issue... The reason I started this insane rambling... WTF happen to organized sports? BLIP!!! Gone... What kind of impact is this going to have on the kids? Is it wrong that my kid wants a hazmat suit for his birthday so he can play with his friends? I think everyone is so worried about why it can't happen, no one has stopped long enough to figure out how it can happen... or where it can happen... are we going to get held to the same standard set of rules that someplace like Toronto is? I know what ever they come up with is going to be grim and still not going to make me happy, and organizations are trying... but no one is willing to commit to anything until the leader decide to shit or get off the pot. Take soccer, divide the field in a 4 x 5 grid, 6 feet between the boxes, you say in your box, 20 kids on the field, they play the whole game... sure it's not traditional soccer but frankly you really can't make soccer more boring than soccer already was... hell mark off lines on the sides so dumb parents know how far apart they need to stand. There, social distancing soccer. These aren't professional sports... there aren't hundreds of people pushing up against each other on the side lines trying to get a better view of the action, hell if you could drop your child off and just leave only 2 out of every 100 parents would actually stay... I know, I stay and watch his soccer camp... me and 1 or 2 other parents. And geographically speaking no one here that has any chance of attending a soccer game is currently infected... I mean your chances of catching COVID19 here and now playing soccer like this would be less than getting hit in the head with a meteorite while mining for gold a mile under the earths surface. This isn't like school, we aren't stuffing 30 kids in a room all week long, I'm talking 1 hour a week, not getting any closer than 6 feet apart and then only to people in the adjacent blocks, on average 3 other kids... it's just dumb they aren't doing something. I guess that will be something to talk about on day 200 when I look back at days 100-200 and talk about WFT were they thinking when they made x or y dumb ass social distancing rule... it's already started... should be in full swing by then.

Day NinetyNine: Boy filed directly to the basement today to play the new season of Fortnite... At 9am I started to wonder were he was... it was unlike him to sleep in this late... but no, it was just me. He was so quiet down stairs I didn't even realize he had slipped past me into the basement... then it dawned on me... ya, he slept down there last night... shortened his commute to work. Much cooler down stairs. I got on some graphic design work I had to finish this morning... more top secret down south racecar stuff. And in the afternoon I took my new switch out to the garage and finished hooking up the lathe... tools, now I need to find the tools, I cleaned up the basement some more looking for them... no dice... actually dice would likely be easier to find. Heather called looking for the password to her PC account, she was heading to the store in the big town for some food... we were able to go a long time without going to the store at all and survived on just what we had... but now that the stocks have been cut in half we are needing to go more often... that combined with the fact that you can't actually get what you need anymore because everyone's buying habits have changed and the supply chains are stretched to the limit... well, you just are going to have to start going out twice as often as before. I know, it doesn't seem right. She brought home cooked chicken, I really wasn't in the mood to cook tonight, neither was Heather... Chicken it was... how damn long do they need to cook those rotisserie chickens for to get the skeleton to fall out of it like that when you try to lift it out of the box? (Asking for a friend) She also whipped up some dressing... now I remember why I had all those 5 year old bottles of store bought dressing in the fridge I had to throw out... seems we make our own. Dinner was late so with the little time we had after dinner we sat about and looked for some new music for Heather to learn on the Sax... I'm thinking Careless Whisper OR Happy... the search for music degraded to the point we were watching people play Metal Songs played on Kids Toys. Sleep overtook the better part of the house. I logged into Skyblock for a bit. Now I managed to fish a few Zombie Villagers out of the mob spawner and heal them up all nice nice... but for the life of me, I can't get them to make the beast with two backs... they have everything I can give them but oddly enough won't pick up bread and the farmer doesn't seem to be an over energetic chap so maybe they just don't have the strength for extracurricular activities. Meh, I will look into it tomorrow. GN

Day NinetyEight: Shower, Shave and Breakfast and off to the doctors with SideKick... it was the Opening of Season 3 in Fortnite and a new update was cued up to load... and it did... all day. So Lawson had nothing better to do anyway. Sat in the car and waited... went to the far end of town to get a saw blade for the trimmer... once again, not in stock... damn, going to be another one of those Wednesdays again. Hit a pot hole on the main street through town, it ripped the end of the rear stabilizer bar off, great... knock knock... knock knock knock... oh damn how long are we going to have to listen to that??? OK so now I'm pondering not how to fix it but just how to make it stop making noise... I think a pool noodle on the swaybar... sure it will still bounce up and down and knock about... but we won't hear it because pool noodles are squishy not knocky... I go to look for a replacement for the Lathe Switch... we try someplace else this week because it didn't sound like the place we shopped at last week had what we needed... $80+tax for the proper switch and a promise that I would find one any where cheaper in town... I kinda balked at that and was willing to try my luck at a few more places before committing. We go back to the shop we were at last week and explain the problem... they went hunting for part once again... Now they didn't find any new old stock... the part I needed was in the computer and a little more costly this week but not $80+ worth of costly. $40 sounded much better than $80 so I picked that up. Stopped at Best Buy, no Melanie, no headset/mic for the Xbox controllers... the isle looked like the toilet paper isle in the grocery store on day 8... they said they were expecting an order to come in soon... I didn't even ask about the soda stream tank refill. Lunch, grabbed a chicken breast at Pick of the Crop... they yelled at SideKick for getting too close to people, and a drink from Timmies. Home by 3:30 today. Goody... Lawson's game was almost finished updating... man our internet sucks. His friends all had it downloaded in the morning and played all day... by the time we got home it still had 3% left and that took almost 2 hours... the last bit is always the worst. Lawson finally got to play some after dinner, which was pretty much eggs because no one had the will to live by the end of the day, never mind the will to cook... fridge is looking kinda scary... I'm going to go make a shopping list for Heather to take care of in the big city after work tomorrow before returning to hicksville.

Day NinetySeven: Note to self, it's garbage day today don't forget. Ya like that's going to help... Must have helped, garbage made it out to the curb... new garbage bag put in the can... Like I have nothing better to do at 6:10 am, boy is up and running around like his hair is on fire... sure why not... feed him some over easy eggs, toast, bacon ( I figured anything with syrup is just going to add to the problem ). We logged onto the Minecraft server and just played... didn't do any work on it, just played like players, he started working on his challenges and playing with his mob spawner he built, I had some catching up to do. At 11am I got my opportunity, he logged into his online school thing.... and I caught up some but felt guilty for playing video games while he did school work, so I went outside and hooked up the wiring for the trailer lights connection in the Subaru. After lunch SideKick dropped in, we had some paper work to take care of... neither of our cell phones were working worth a crap. We finally gave up, the internet was just as bad. Heather got home and caught sidekick drinking the last cup of coffee... I'm starting to thing there is a reason he times his exits just before she gets home... and I don't think it's because he is afraid of getting blocked in the driveway. LOL I had been thawing out a hunk of 'ham' I had in the freezer... pretty sure it was going to be part of dinner... we looked again... umm... this isn't ham. Sure it was of the piggely-wiggley family but it wasn't smoked or cooked or picked or anything like that... is was, um... raw pork of some kind... likely something I had set aside to make souvlaki out of... hmmm, what will it be tonight... we gave up and went out side. Heather started to work on the Lawn and I went back to working on the Cars, cleaned out the back of the Subaru and sorted out which items belonged in each car... 2 sets of jumper cables in one car and none in the other... brought in most of the winter hats and gloves (still left one hat in the car, it can still get cold)... speaking of cold, is it normal to still keep an ice scraper handy in both vehicles in the middle of June? Lawson helped clean out the garbage, he doesn't do too well on a daily bases when it comes to bringing in and tossing out wrappers and cups from Timmies and stuff... so most of the garbage was his. I vacuumed and shampooed the back of the Mazda, took it and filled it with gas so Heather wouldn't have to in the morning... The mosquitoes came out, we went in. Dinner ended up being some sort of casserole dish heavy handed in the meat and cheese variety with some cauliflower because it was looking at me funny and we needed to do away with it. The night was long, we all stayed up a little to late.

Day NintySix: Woke up again pre-6am... Awake... not going back to sleep... didn't say I got up... I didn't hit that status until almost 10am when Lawson figured out that if he refused to tell me what he wanted for breakfast that he wasn't going to get breakfast. He came to the conclusion that French Toast was what he indeed wanted for breakfast... Double Yoke Egg - bonus morning... still made the same amount of French Toast, but 2 yokes are always better than one. The wife called to let me know she left the Mazda at home so I could change the tires today... I went to comply... both the jack and johnson bar are in the car she took to work. I dug out the standard jack that comes with the car... what a colossal piece of shit that thing is. Last time I used it was in the middle of a freezing rain storm in Barrie after a tire blue out and we hit the guardrail. It took 2 hours to change the tire that night and it fell off the jack 3 times. I was not happy. So I get this under the car and I'm able to get about an eighth of a turn out of that stupid sideways washer they have welded on there with that hook with a mini pry-bar they give you... the whole thing is completely ridiculous. So I get out the, fuck hang on I have to go put that back in the garage... impact gun, run the airline out to the driveway... now I don't know were the good one is but I did have the one that came in the set of 23 air tools for $95 so you know I bought some quality stuff there... and no, it didn't come close to taking the nuts off... where is the proper tool, the johnson bar and the 21mm impact socket? Yes in the car Heather has at work. All the wheels are setting in beside the ones they are to replace, no proper jack and no way to get the nuts of... hey Rod, didn't that crappy jack come with a crappy lug nut wrench? Why yes it did, thank you for reminding me about that... that broke in half (at the socket end bad casting) and was hurled about as far as it would go after trying to replace a wheel on the side of the road in the freezing rain someplace near Barrie. So, no... there is not a lug wrench in that car any longer... the replace though is equally as useful as it's one of those 4 way collapsible ones made out of crappy metal that now has the arms folded in and rusted in place because no the car is not the most water tight vehicle on the planet... fit and finish on a Mazda CX5 1 out of 10... OK after hours of Dicking with garbage I gave up and went inside and plopped my ass down in front of the computer to wait for the return of the proper tools to do the job. We had our first guest to the server... one of my friends, not one of the boys... he was now interested in playing... he logged in just as they were logging out... disappointment. I told him to go get some of his own friends to play... It's not finished yet but it's very playable... some people never change a thing and just run the server as is right out of the box. I cut up some chicken and veggies for Heather to stir-fry when she got home, even left the pan on the burner ready to go. Now it only takes her about 15-20 minutes from that point to get dinner on the table... so I went out to change 4 tires... with the right tools, that's plenty of time and still enough left over to wash my hands. She came out the door to give me the 5 minute warning as I was putting the last tire on. We got out a bottle of Champagne to celebrate Monday with our stir-fry... then watched a Juthro Tull concert from 1976 in Florida... look it up on YouTube well worth the watch. The flute solo about half an hour in is cool... and he had only been playing the flute for about 5 years at that point... blows my mind. The music from my childhood was better than yours   No seriously go watch it... even if you just fast forward to the flute solo, it's right after he uses the flute as a giant penis. LOL Heather fell to sleep, I sent the boy to bed, wrote this, picked up some tools outside, then finished writing this and now I'm done writing this. Who said I couldn't right? ROTFLMAO... sounds good know... 10 years from now I'm going to be looking back on this and trying to edit it for my book about the COVID19 Crisis and The Mental Affect on the season's NHL Draft Picks... I'm going to think to my self... Holy crap you used a fuck load of periods. WTF was this "..." for anyway? Note to self... A period is for when you have completed a thought, a comma is to separate your thoughts so they don't all get confused... and the 3 dots are for when you forget your thought half way though writing it down but aren't finished writing because something else came up... a tangent to the original thought... then more dots when you try to figure out was the first point you were trying to make was... and some more dots when you can't remember and give up... since the original thought was never completed it really doesn't count as a sentence therefor requires no ending period... that hurt too much writing out, forgive me if I don't edit that last part, not sure it would make sense if I did...