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I was motivated, well, at least as motivated as I can get during Pandemic-A-Go-Go 2020, to get myself over to Meridian Park on Thursday to continue my stalking of one of the resident bald eagles. I know where it hangs, and I was ready with my big ass 600mm lens.
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Wednesday brought the subtlest of changes to my routine of not having a routine, but they were enough to give my brain the “rub and a tug” it needed.
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After getting up at my regular Pandemic-A-Go-Go 2020 time of ten to a quarter after 10 o’thirty on Monday, I wrote something about Sunday’s hike, said I was going to do something out in the gusting winds; then didn’t. Then I went for groceries later that afternoon.
While paying up, there was a man (6 feet) behind me in the checkout line fully ensconced in various shades of camo, sporting an American flag germ mask, and a hat supporting an orange, unhinged deranged totalitarian for President in 2020. Then I became a bit unhinged myself, came home, poured a drink, edited my earlier post a bit out of boredom, and then added a rant1 about said, man. Exciting stuff in the land of (un) soiled COVID-era chamois these days.
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Another weekend of Pandemic-A-Go-Go-ing is in the books. That Go-Go-ing offered little of anything other than a short ride on Saturday, a brief escape to the woods with my camera on Sunday, and more attempts to forget what modern life has become via spirits made in Cameron Bridge.
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I woke up Friday morning to a light dusting of snow on the ground (Welcome to Michiganderburgh). Thankfully that would soon melt off, but the temps would never get above 40˚, and the wind was coming right from the Witch’s nip tip. In other words, it was a good day to head out for a woodsy walk with my camera.
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After Tuesday’s WEDNESDAY’S walk in the woods was ruined, I was determined not to let weather, online appointments, Pandemic-A-Go-Go 2020, or the ever-raging fire of slack that burns in my belly, prevent me from getting outside to do something. Anything.
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Yesterday I fell victim to one of Pandemic-A-Go-Go 2020’s original sins: I forgot what day it was.
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After two solid days of pandemic inspired “meh,” I fully expected to wake up dick whipped in the face with another dose. Thankfully that didn’t happen.
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In the realm of Pandemic-A-Go-Go 2020, things aren’t too bad for me right now: my family has remained healthy, Wifey is an essential employee who can work from home, and B is maintaining his sanity with a strict, self-imposed fitness routine and online gaming with friends until his school district figures out how the hell to finish the year.
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Friday night, I did Friday night things, and some of those things were done in close proximity to Wifey. And if I had to guess, I’d say those things were done well within a 6′ radius of her. I also sat my ass on the back porch by myself and enjoyed the sunny, warm (60˚!) spring evening with a tasty beverage or three. All of that was a great way to end a day of running (or riding) away from problems via exercise and high ABVs.
