Day 138: Monday, fuck Mondays To damn hot and a Monday to boot... Boy spent th day in the basement coming up only to eat. Since tomorrow is garbage day that means today is clean out the fridge day... all the meals consisted of left overs... "Leftovers make you feel good twice. First, when you put it away, you feel thrifty and intelligent: 'I'm saving food!' Then a month later when blue hair is growing out of the ham, and you throw it away, you feel really intelligent: 'I'm saving my life!'" George C. And wine, the wine wasn't left over... cracked open a new bottle of peanut greasy hole. Then we retired back to the room with air conditioning. Reading my email I find a note from one of the hockey organizations... zoom meetings, agm... and what's this? A letter we are urged to send to our PMs about the insurance and liabilities of the organizations facilitating minor hockey... who's going to get sued when little johnny get COVID at hockey practice... Scroll up, I told you this was coming. I tell you the first case that actually successfully makes it through court and damages are awarded to the plaintive... kids sports are FUCKED! No one is going to be able to afford the insurance and everyone is just going to lock their doors... COVID is only a drop in the bucket compared to what may come. Ringette sent crap too, looks like they might be thinking about starting to register kids now... the coach is looking for shirts and other things that have been loaned out so there is some promising news there. Inquired about a training camp in Quebec, the boy can do french, no point in not using what is available semi locally just because of a difference in language. Going to look through some more hockey crap on facebook and go to sleep at some point I guess. TTFN