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Corona Diary, Week 6

April 20th - 26th, 2020

I’m not gonna do the every day thing anymore, because it just highlights how uneventful my life is.

I did run up the cemetery hill three times this morning, which is one more than I was doing last week. Also, I did 10 pushups. And somehow, I still look like a middle-aged dad, wtf!?

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Yesterday I did 25 pushups, and I jumped rope for a while. “A while,” when jumping rope, does not mean the same thing it means when you are, for example, watching tv for a while. Or waiting in line for a while. It’s more like holding your finger in a flame for a while. In any case, it was a non-zero amount of time-units, and I’m counting it as exercise.

Also, last night, my son noticed that our dog is limping. There’s something going on with her right-rear leg. Or is it called the rear passenger-side leg? I can’t remember. It’s not exactly prime take-your-dog-to-the-vet days around here, and maybe in a non-Virus world we’d just wait it out for a few days anyway. But this morning she could barely walk at first, although she seemed to improve after a while, so I guess we’ll see.

Tonight we’re doing Zoom trivia again, and tomorrow evening is round one of the 2020 NFL draft. As usual, a bunch of us will go to Jackalope to watch and have a few drinks. Or maybe we’ll all just stay home and watch and hang out on Zoom and have a few drinks. Yeah, the second one.

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I was on Zoom last night with a few of the guys from work for the draft. It was fun. The Giants took Andrew Thomas, an offensive tackle, in the first round. A lot of people think an offensive lineman is a boring pick, but I’m pretty happy with it. I’d even be ok with them taking another offensive lineman in the second or third round, later today.

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Well, the Giants took another offensive tackle in the third round, and then an offensive guard in the fifth. We'll see how it plays out over the next few years, but for right now, I like it.

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Sunday, April 26th, 2020 is the 30th anniversary of my first Phish show. I was a freshman in college at Oberlin, and they played in a little “club” in the student union. I had never heard of them, but a high school friend went to college nearby, and he called and told me “a cool band” was coming to Oberlin. He came for the show with 15 friends. The show was $3 and you needed a student ID to get in, but you could bring one friend in with you. I didn’t have 15 friends, so our visitors stood out on the quad and convinced strangers to get them into the show. There couldn’t have been much more than 50 people in there, and I was hooked sometime during the first song.

One of my college buddies organized a listening party - he broadcast the show on a Mixlr station, along with some commentary, and a bunch of us listened, including another college friend and the guy who brought his 15 friends up from Wooster. I enjoyed every minute of it - the young band, the nostalgia, all of it.

Then I smoked some pork chops from the half-pig we got from our friend, and they were fantastic. And played video games with my son and the same friend of half-pig fame. Not a bad day at all.

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