On February 25, we held a massive Mardi Gras party. That might have been a mistake, but none of our guests have been hospitalized, so maybe we escaped easily.
On February 29, I was still going to the gym. Ah, how I miss those days. My dad bod has returned.
I kept thinking that the homeless in LA, SF and NY were going to get whacked. That doesn't seem to have happened. I also thought Japan would be stomped as the virus really goes for the elderly. That didn't happen either, yet.
In mid-March, I said this was going to be over sooner rather than later and we should all hurry to make some use of our brief time in lockdown. Hahahahaha! What a doofus!
I blogged several times about candidate cures, sure they were going to prove me right. "Don't bet against Big Pharma!" I said, over and over. Err, never mind. They still might come up with the cure, but it's a bit trickier than I had thought.
I'm sure there were others, but that's all I found after a quick scan.
|To make up for those blunders, here's a photo of some flowers from our garden. Enjoy!|