Writetality

I was really proud of my purchase, initially. The mask is jet black, with long black straps that lace around the ears, and fasten at both the base and top of the skull in back. The front panels, instead of being pleated, meet in a sharp seam over the nose, much like an axe blade is shaped. Very masculine, I thought.

Farming has a harsh side, she learned, when a favorite white-faced calf fell victim to congested lungs –– or that time when she witnessed a hungry timber rattler slip behind a procession of ducklings, and gulp them down one-by-one –– as if inhaling a long strand of spaghetti.

Now that our leaders are working to crank up our economy, I have an important suggestion to pass along to grocery store managers: Create more reserved parking spaces for men. That’s right. Put a few lines down near the doors for guys — right up there with the spaces set aside for persons with disabilities, and for expectant mothers. We need help, too.

In the statistics, the IDOH chronicles the latest number of patients testing positive for COVID-19, the total number of positive cases, and — sadly — the latest number of victims succumbing to the disease. Frankly, I wish the State would stop using them.

Let me tell you a story about a donkey named Jack. Jack had a decision to make. Jack had wandered far, far away from his master. He ambled aimlessly down a long, dusty road hoping to find his way home. This poor little fellow walked for miles. He was terribly thirsty, and had no water to drink. He was hungry, too. He was so hungry that he was growing weaker with each step he took.

Here is a question for you who dread getting up for work everyday: You kinda miss it now, don’t you?

I’m nothing, if not a team player. Running low on milk and cereal –– two important staples in my morning diet — I left the house for the grocery store, committed to observing social distancing. I was good at it. I ended up at the Kroger’s in Normal, Illinois, 164 miles from my home.

Now I know how the dinosaurs felt. First, the toilet paper disappears, then … [poof] … extinction.

I lost something three days ago. It used to belong to me, but I never owned it. Itʼs something that I cherished, equally taking for granted. Gone is my youth.