The PAMan held hostage day 2 update:
Mrs. Enabler-in-Chief started yesterday morning getting all over the Agressive Son for a) not wearing a mask in the house outside of his room and b) using the wrong bathroom while he is on quarantine. In his standard whataboutism manner, he noted that he would have exposed everyone in the house before he knew his teammate tested positive, so what was the point? Thankfully Mrs. Enabler-in-Chief spent her morning packing and left early afternoon, apparently with at least 4 bottles of win in tow for a Wednesday to Friday afternoon excursion with a neighborhood girlfriend (who was also bringing additional booze from what I could gather hearing only one side of the phone call). After she left, I told the Aggressive Son the in-house restrictions would be relaxed while the EIC was gone provided he took out the garbage and recycling.
I set up COVID testing this weekend at a local Walgreen's (for me) and at CVS for the Agressive Son (as Walgreen's requires the testing subjects to be 18).
I grilled 4 large chicken breasts (totaling 5 lbs) for the Aggressive Son, the older Passive Son, and me, made some brown rice in the Instant Pot and heated some leftover vegetables. Tasty!
The Sox games starting at 5PM in Cleveland have been disorienting to my personal timeclock. It also appears to be disorienting to the Pale Hose. I was also left lamenting that but for the quarantine situation, I would have tried to organizeg a card game in the EIC's absence and have a few beverages with some of the fellas. Fuckin' Trump! Instead spent the evening exchanging quite a few texts, including those with similarly pissed off hockey parents instead, while watching Ricky blow another game with his pitching moves, reading the Rolling Stone top 500 albums of all time article (Marvin Gaye, What's Goin' On? number 1? Really?), and realizing I was now unfamiliar with about half of the artists on the list....