Life in the coronapocalypse

Although the Cheeto Benito dropped the ball big-time on COVID-19, I'm trying to not to fret about the situation. The nonstop rain here is bringing me down more than the various shutdowns, although I miss my Orangetheory classes. However, my aunt has composed a lengthy spring cleaning list for me and I still have billable work, although not as much as I'd like.

Shopping reminds me of my year in Manila. You never really know what you'll find at the stores. However, we don't lack anything so far except avocados.

The new beau Eric* has reappeared as his reconnect didn't work out (I knew he'd come crawling back to me). We're planning a hotel or Airbnb liaison. I think this relationship might have some future, although I have no problems establishing sexual attraction first. I have no interest in any type of LTR without it.

However, during Eric's two-week hiatus checking out Ms Reconnect, I met someone else online who I liked almost as much. But that is off to a running start as after a single coffee date, the new beau became ill. His doctor decided to test him for COVID-19 and he came up with a leukemia diagnosis. I feel helpless as he's in the hospital with no visitors, but we exchange sweet texts.

* See The Usual Suspects.