Well, I decided that while I could technically last many more months
without going to the store, they would be months of probably nutritionally
deficient filler like ramen and spaghetti. Which is fine for a while, but
not really a good long-term lifestyle. And so, rather than die of
malnutrition instead of covid, I decided this morning around 4:30 to head
for the supermarket.
While I'm sure clouds of sticky viral mist are now common outside my door,
I think what must have been freak weather conditions allowed me to slip
between or around them. Of course, I may just be thinking of the familiar
clouds of the old virus. The new, evolved, and much more infectious clouds
are invisible without infrared goggles, and Amazon sold out of those, like,
immediately. Although I bathed myself in x-rays and a light spray of
sulfuric acid when I got home, we'll still have to see in five to ten days
if food was worth it. It may not have been.
Taco's tonight, though. Also, they were dumping Christmas candy, so I may
have overbought on waxy holiday themed chocolates as well.
Scott
