Well, my first weekend day has not had a very auspicious beginning. I went to clean the toilet bowl this morning and the bottle of Clorox Scentiva I use was clogged. At first I thought perhaps some local MAGA head had snuck into the house and had a free disinfectant snort and left the cap open - not the case. I could twist the red plastic cap open and close - no problem there- so the clog must have occurred farther down in the nozzle. The bottle was full and rather then chuck the whole thing away, I went downstairs and cut the top off. Now there's no clog and the toilet bowl is clean.
Yesterday, when I went to work, I discovered my schedule had been changed. No 2 days off in a row. In fact, my new schedule only had me off on Monday, oh, and my hours had changed. Instead of working my fixed shift of 0800 - 1 PM, I was now scheduled 0600 - 0830. We have a part-time cashier who is also a Dave S and some nimble fingered person (either the scheduler or an Assistant Manager) gave me his schedule by accident. Everything is now fixed.
As far as my store opening up completely, going back to business as usual, I'm expecting that to happen sometime towards the end of May. Even then I don't doubt the large home improvement retail chain I work for is going to keep a serious eye on the infection rate. Until there is a vaccine, or a med which will keep people from being hospitalized if they become infected, life is going to change. I saw snippets of BoJo saying pretty much the same thing. His tune has changed, somewhat. He actually said the British people are not going to sacrifice everything they've struggled so hard to get by setting themselves up for a 2nd wave. Oh, and if the Idiot Jerk in the White House was expecting the NHS to be on the bargaining table, I'm afraid he's going to be very disappointed.
If you listen closely, there is an unmistakable rumble of concern rattling through the GOP, they may not only lose the White House... but the Senate as well. They allowed a Moral Degenerate to get elected and many, believing he was the 2nd Coming of Reagan, jumped on board his Loyalty Train. Oh... shit. Now the Idiot Jerk is barreling full steam towards the cliff and all they can do is clamber back into the caboose, terrified that he's going to take them right along with him, smash, crash, boom, bang into the rocks below.
Today I'm planning on doing some chores around the house. The drizzly rain we've been having for the past couple of days seems to be on it's way out to sea. There are breaks in the clouds and occasional rays of sunlight beam down to light upon my lawn; it desperately needs to be mowed. That will happen tomorrow, after the grass has dried up a bit. Here's an older shot of my tulips out front. I'd have an updated one for you but... well, it's been drizzly, shitty rainy.