It was a gray day. I shouldn’t be surprised. The sun never comes out anymore…
Linnaeus, my wife’s two braincelled crusted gecko, looked at me a little weird. Her last message said he was nocturnal, though, so maybe he was just sleeping with his eyes open. Do geckos have eyelids?
I do miss my wife. I wonder if I’ll ever see her again. Times were good before the beer virus. Maybe if we tried to kill it with lime?
Everything’s shut down too, and I’m concerned that my supply of toilet paper is down to 267 rolls already. What if I run out? Will I have to resort to leaves? But that would mean going outside, where the government says the beer virus lurks.
Someone mentioned something about stocks today. Apparently the S&P 500 dropped quite a bit, so I hope both S and P, whoever they are, can do better tomorrow. We’re all struggling… Maybe they have toilet paper too.
There’s a knock at my door. Is it her? Please be her…