Original three day lockdown done, now for the necessary extension

I have not left my building since Tuesday, though have been down to the mailboxes and today the rubbish bins.

Wednesday, I did..... something.  YouTube mostly.  Actually a quick check of the history shows multiple episodes of Critical Role - so unhealthy amounts of YouTube.  While getting angry at how buggy The Sims 4 is still.

Also much texting with family.  As my sickly uncle died, only days after learning he had terminal cancer.  It got him fast.  I am not sure if it is a blessing or not.

Thursday morning I was awoken by the postie buzzing my intercom to say I had a package and he was leaving it at the building door (not coming in because COVID).  It was a big jar of lollies (M&M's and skittles all mixed up together) from Alana and her family.  I watched much less YouTube, because I napped through some TV instead.  Rewatching My Life is Murder.  But I managed to shower and pretend to human a little.  In the evening my father visited to talk about the whole Invercargill death trip that I had skipped.  It was a weird socially distanced, masked-up visit even though I am a bubble to myself and really allowed to bubble share with him - though I guess he had been hanging out in sizeable group in a hospital past the start of lockdown.  He also brought baking, which is possibly a bit of a vector in itself.

And then getting angry at the dumpster fire that is RuPaul's Drag Race All-Stars.  Too much Ru is one episode just drew attention to how crap the show is and how he appears to have no sense or taste.

Today, first up I awoke to have no running water so had to waste some effort ringing the managers and then the water came on just before the plumbers called with their COVID safety checklist.  So I got to tell them not to bother coming and shall likely never know why I had no water.  Also, I was not feeling great so have been watching a bunch of CritRole's Narrative Telephone as it is comedy that requires zero attention or thought.  In the process I accidentally ate far too much of the jar of lollies, it was sitting beside my on the couch and I didn't realise until I was far too far into it that I was devouring much more than I realised.  Now having a quiet night of bad TV.  The Outpost has added a weird scifi-esque bent to its high fantasy setting, and DC's Stargirl remains semi-crap but watchable.

I am not well prepared for this lockdown.  Meals are going to start getting annoying - I may have to supermarket shop for myself this time.  I am too old to be depending on my dad for groceries through lockdown.