Site Update: Things May Get Slow Around Here, the Mind Virus Police Is Coming
Took the PCR roulette for a spin, as it is a travel requirement here and I needed to go for a visit, and I lucked out:
The forced PCR lottery strikes again, just another of its millions of victims.
There is no chance in hell I have any active virus or am contagious for anything. I’ve never been healthier or felt better in my life.
Nonetheless, I expect a phone call in the morning after which the COVID goon squad will make an appearance at my doorstep and give me 30 minutes to pack before the trip to a “quarantine facility”.
I’ll try to negotiate it down to home quarantine but have little expectation of success. (House arrest is usually reserved for contacts of positives.)
If in the coming days the site slows to a crawl you’ll know it’s because your editor is in virus jail.
Now I’ll step out for my last bout of freedom for a while. Between the late hour and the near lockdown we’re under, that means the neighborhood 7-Eleven.