so there’s a new name to memorize…a new covid variant. I don’t remember if i first heard the news from a co-worker or read about it online or if my girlfriend told me? in any case, i flipped on the news last night and heard of the new variant and was amazed that they already had assigned it a name, one not related to the Greek alphabet and one way more complicated than hurricanes which are quite simple. I think they simply go down the alphabet, A-Z and give it a name – Hurricane Joe followed by Hurricane Katrina and Hurricane Leon and so on. Come to think of it, it’s kind of anglocentric. I mean, did ya ever hear of a hurricane being named Raul or Prajneesh?
Anyway, it’s called Omicron which is kind of a mysterious name. i have no idea what it means. but i think it’s appropriate in that it sounds kind of ominous which the variants of covid truly are.
i had the day off yesterday. Had to take a blood test. I told my boss i was willing to come to work in the morning. He gave me a nod and said, “no, no, it’s OK. take the day off.” I’ve been on a bit of a Cal Ripken streak. Haven’t missed a day since early July so I guess it was a reward. my neurologist told me to call her secretary to make an appointment for the blood test so I did. It was set for 11. There was a pretty decent crowd. I got outta there by 1. plenty of time to go to Costco with my girlfriend. She had the day off too.
well, i’ve been having trouble with underwear. i buy mediums to match my waist. i don’t remember the exact time frame as far as how often i buy them, but it’s never more than once a year and if i remember right, they sometimes last two or three years. as a side note, one of the things that is truly bizarre about getting old is memory loss. it’s like a perpetual drunken black out.
anyway, i don’t want to go into the details about my trouble with underwear, just to say that they’ve become uncomfortable. oh what the hell, i’ll delve into a little detail. when i tuck in my shirt which i have to do in Montreal because it’s cold and wind drafts find openings….when i tuck in my shirt my underpants rise. i’ll let you do the math. the thing is i’m the kind of person who hates wasting food and so i hate wasting underpants too so i wear them. but with this covid never ending, i’ve come to understand that my days might be numbered as the invisible virus can reek havoc on anyone. it’s like being at the butcher, picking a number and your number gets called. everyone’s number eventually gets called. this is something i always knew, this inevitable death, but now it’s like a constant billboard in my face. as a result, i’ve been treating myself so I splurged and bought four more pairs of underpants, the larger ones. I tried them on when i got home and walked around and there was no issue. I also found an emergency solution in case they do rise, in case they become too big for my waist. I tucked my shirt into my actual underpants as opposed to simply my pants, and the underpants didn’t rise.
still the jungle 