New Rules - Wheelies

For - after.

Note the date and time and ask why a working dude is not - working.

The word for 2020 is - weird.

How quickly things have snapped out of place and into thin air like Wile E. Coyote over the edge but not yet fallen.

The skin on my hands is paper-dry and lizardy.

The garage is full of bean-cans, dried pasta, and camping "food" in case it gets freaky.

This is how I think now - there are New Rules.

The thing is, I know the Old Rules are out but I don't yet know the new ones.

Maybe no one knows.

Outside is early spring, birds and blue sky, buds on branches but not renewal, not ours any way.

I am on "admin leave" from work, which is basically snow days. Paid to stay home. Tomorrow I have to go into work to get briefed, sign papers, and carry home my computer and keyboard and maybe some monitors so I can "WFH" (Wif?) Work From Home. In clumsy gov-speak - Telework.

Vulnerable people, Lisa, and so myself, a-extensio, are getting special consideration. Agree. But I am not un worried. My mind churns through the permutations of fear/doubt, down there at the bottom of the pyramid at safety/security where my paycheck lives. So.Many.Questions.

How the ufck is THIS gonna work?

I mean - how is ANY meaningful work going to happen?

No one knows - anything.

No models for this.

We are making it up as we go along.

So I thought I'd write here every day for a while, for reference, later.

Todays inaugural post - Wheelies.

I bought a sumo a few weeks ago. Since Corvid19 I've been out doing wheelies, hooting it up around the back-burbs. Super fun. But here's the obvious thing - doing things like WFH and (the maddeningly-inartfully-phrased) Social Distancing to stay safe while simultaneously doing something manifestly dangerous, the riskiest thing in my repertoire, seems absurd, like vinegar and baking soda, self-cancelling.

But if you give it half a thought - the bug is bigly, freakishly out of my control. Riding, however, is my metier. At least it feels like something within my control. Literally, there are controls and I know how to use them. I am good at those controls. They are familiar, comfortable, and oh-so-satisfyingly responsive. They do exactly what I tell them to do, not a speck more or less. Everything is my own fault and responsibility. Live or die, it is my own doing. That, and I love the float.

The last few years have been preparation for this. I have become accustomed to  meteors. So far they have all burned-up on atmospheric entry. None have hit the ground. But the shockwaves and flashes - fuck. I'm getting jumpy. It is exhausting. And they just keep coming. Closer together now, and larger. Like this is Metaluna. Soon the Zagons will break through. Where are those Interociter instructions? Where is my spaceship?

I am Kai Solo.

Out.