IT's plain goofy here in Nashville; I just came from a Publix supermarket that looked as if it had been prepared for an episode shoot of 'The Walking Dead': No fruit, no meat, no canned goods, no rice, no dry beans, it was just bewildering, I've never seen anything like it. Never, and I used to see cleaned-out supermarkets before and after hurricanes when I lived on the Gulf.
They cancelled the SEC Men's Basketball Tournament here in town after the first day. Then of all things, The Grand Ole Opry has suspended live performances thru April 15th, not surprising in a way due to the age of some of the long-timers, but a real head-turner for me.
I'm pretty much a homebody when I'm away from work. Go to the grocery, the occasional favorite restaurant, just me and Mrs. Wilson. We don't have some big circle of friends in and out all the time, and we're past our 'par-tay' days. There's no vaccine, don't see much point in being tested if I have no symptoms, I'd rather leave for those who need it, and hope I won't. I've never had the flu once in my soon-to-be 65 years, so maybe that will stand me in good stead.
But what the hell is up with toilet paper? I don't get it.
I've quit watching the news, it's too depressing, hope to miss the footage of the gunfight at a WalMart over a pack of Cottonelle TP . . . . .
Here's wishing the best to all of us, stay safe and stay well.
JW