A Visitor

My youngest showed up announced yesterday.  Although I was glad to see him.  He should not be coming over.  His mother works are one of the busiest hospitals in downtown Detroit.  Still I did not kick him out.  Monday is his birthday.  He will be twenty-one.  He decided it would be a good idea to by some beer and celebrate.  So we did.

I was not feeling well yesterday, so I did not drink.   I am beginning to have pains like I did back in December.  I am beginning to wonder if it is holiday stress induced.  I do not even think of Easter as a holiday.  Billy finally texted back, the day after I tried calling her.

Billy: Hey.  How you been?  I'm alright.  Struggling with being unemployed right now with no insurance, but making the best of it.  You hanging in there?

Bathwater:  What the heck?  I was worried about you.  I you haven't replied in a week.  I am okay.  Trying to stay busy.

That is all she relayed.  I am not going to bother writing too much into it.  Like I said before.  She would be the worst person to be quarantined with right now.

Max didn't stay long.  There was an awkward moment at the door when he was leaving.  We didn't know whether to bump elbows or just wave goodbye.  I felt like a prisoner getting a visit.  This isolation is taking a toll on my mental health.

The boss did not cut our salaries during our weekly review, although he did mention several of the customers who did.  He is trying to apply for government loans.  If the money isn't coming out of his bottom line we will be okay.

I use an old bike on a stand to exercise on the basement the stand provides resistance but it seems the back tire has developed a leak near the valve stem.  I will have to fix it myself if I can get an inner tube for the wheel.  I will need to look for that today.  The bike is the only consistant exercise I have been able to maintain while at home.