Story Shot 21, by Brian R. Wright  PDF Version, 02 February 2021

Bright sunny (late) morning at my condo in SE Michigan.

I don’t mind telling you that circumstances have changed considerably since the Age of Covtardia[1] plopped itself unwelcome at my doorstep. [NO, THIS IS NOT ANOTHER STORY ABOUT ‘COVID’ OR COVTARDIA!!!

God, I’m so tired of this BULLSHIT STUPID-19!

You, too? Well, good. That’s how it needs to be. Torch the masks!]

What I want to talk about this morning is—it’s been exacerbated by covtardia because more and more people are spending their food money on carryout and delivery—what can happen if you don’t stay in the Now.

I’m just out on the stoop doing my daily simulation of Ben Franklin’s air bath (with deep breathing, earth connection—snow on the ground so my feets can’t touch soil—, meditation), when up walks this dude carrying a cardboard tray with a couple of cups of coffee and looks like a bag o’ donuts, and wants to hand it to me.

Aha. Delivery guy. I say, “Sorry, dude, you have the wrong address. Lemme see your receipt. This is 365nn, not 366nn.” And since this has happened before I point him in the general direction to the correct condo location. Continue reading →