COVID-19 Lockdown, Day 22
Not the best day. I was bombarded by phone calls, and I had gotten the runaround with a provider. On top of that, I tried ordering groceries for my clients on Instacart, but there was some kind of error, and I spent two hours with customer service agents trying to get them to correct their mistakes, but to no avail. As much as I hate talking on the phone, I couldn't even do that since they were swamped. I seriously hate Instacart.
I was able to relax a minute at home until I received news. My old organist, Wayne Lucht, departed this earth recently. I hope he didn't die from the virus; that is an undignified end for a man like him. Sure, he was 94, but whenever anyone, young or old, dies this month, there will be the lingering question: did they die from COVID-19? Either way, I am sick of death. I read the news. Death. I go to work. Death. I go home. Death. It follows me like a hungry horsefly. When will this pandemic be over?!
Rest in peace, Mr. Lucht.
--Signing off.
I was able to relax a minute at home until I received news. My old organist, Wayne Lucht, departed this earth recently. I hope he didn't die from the virus; that is an undignified end for a man like him. Sure, he was 94, but whenever anyone, young or old, dies this month, there will be the lingering question: did they die from COVID-19? Either way, I am sick of death. I read the news. Death. I go to work. Death. I go home. Death. It follows me like a hungry horsefly. When will this pandemic be over?!
Rest in peace, Mr. Lucht.
--Signing off.
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