I was due for a haircut the week Shelter in Place began. This week put me past 12 weeks. I was feeling quite shaggy, so I took matters into my own hands.
The last time my head was clipped this short I had done it to raise money for cancer research. This time it was simply the best alternative.
It feels weird.
I have started keeping a log of the people I contact on a daily basis. If I do get exposed at some point it will make contact tracing easier. (I usually have a hard time remembering what I did yesterday. . .)
It’s amazing and a bit disturbing how many people I interact with every day, especailly since my contacts are deliberately reduced right now. Let’s hope I don’t have to use it.
I finished one project today, the repair of a model steam engine. This particular one has been on the shelf with a broken radio servo for over a year. It ran great for about 5 minutes, then the cheap, old rechargable batteries in the radio gave up. It turns out that this particular radio goes to full throttle when the batteries die. Oops.
My other project was derailed by a defective GFCI outlet. I tried to go to Home Depot for a replacement, but they were mobbed. People are not taking distancing seriously. Instead I drove further to a small hardware store where I could get the parts I needed with minimal human interaction. The outlet is now fixed.
I have more projects, but it is Sunday afternoon, the family has found an online streaming service which is running every James Bond movie ever, and it looks like rain outside.
“May you live in interesting times” indeed.
Notes from Mosquito Hill 