Friday, May 7, 2021

Post 4000 - Welcome To The Official Post 4000!

But not really.

As I have told you several times over the years, I have lost count of the number of the blog post here and there and everywhere. This is actually the 4086th post. Some posts are not numbered, or are ".5" posts. For a while, I wrote out the number. And I made mistakes and used the same number a few times. Very confusing to future scholars who will scrutinize this blog for gems of great interest and insight into the human condition. I hereby apologize to them unreservedly.

How was your day? We had 227 new cases of Covid 19 in Nova Scotia today, but that doesn't tell the true story by a country mile. There is a significant back log of data entry to do. I gather it is not as simple as entering the particulars into a spreadsheet or anything like that. The good Doctor Strang mentioned an application called "Panorama", and all I know about it is how to spell "Panorama", but if you had to pin me down, I would speculate that it is a complex thing to use and one cannot enter a case into it without doing some due diligence and case investigation first. 

The upshot is that there are upwards of 200 other cases that haven't been entered into "Panorama" yet. If they had all been entered we would have had something like 427 cases today, which puts us into a type of Stygian-based Hell that should scare all of us into doing the right thing.

After the news presser was over, we went to Bayer's Lake, and then to the Sobeys in Timberlea and then came right home. Except for perhaps, just perhaps, getting some more soil for the garden, or lime, or rickey, or lime rickeys, or pellets that smell or taste like lime, or whatever bag of former feces Patricia points for me to load into the car, then we have every intention of going nowhere for quite some time. I will likely venture out to get the mail every day or so; otherwise, we will stay home and avoid what is going to be a very difficult time for all of us in this province. 

There is plenty to do around the house. It is a question of getting the suitable motivation to do those things. My high school Physics teacher defined "inertia" as a resistance to a change in motion. I have always liked that definition and can point to the state of the recroom as a prime example of inertia in, er, action. There is plenty of stuff down there left over from the great flood of 2019 which was never removed from the boxes the movers put it into. Add to that the things from the Valley house, such as some knick knacks and my father's old hand tools that I could never part with, and you get some idea of what I have to contend with. I have promised Patricia that I will focus on that on Saturday, and I have every intention of doing that. 

Just as soon as I can overcome the inertia.

I think I will call it a night. It's a night. Ha ha. That joke never gets old. Until it does.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.


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