COVID-19 Lockdown, Day 85

I signed up for online billpay today. Stop laughing, you there in the back. It's a step into the twenty-first century, one which I was reluctant to take without a credit card. Now that I have one and the protection it offers, why not? I did not opt for paperless billing; I still want a paper copy of what I owe and to whom just in case the Internet shits the bed, but it's nice to be able to click a button and have done with it.

We were supposed to have severe weather tomorrow, but the weather shamans have now backtracked and are predicting merely a few showers and a thunderstorm instead. Far be it from me to complain about not getting my ass blown off by the vengeful hand of an intemperate God, but I don't trust these hapless motherfuckers. "Just a shower," they say, and three hours later, you're clinging to a tree and watching your house roll down the street like a tumbleweed, with a saucy little twitch in its hipped dormers. So we're probably still going out tomorrow, maybe to scoff Italian food and hunt down some hand soap, or maybe for steak and potatoes and a new Sling card.