So another day of social distancing has gone by. I left the house twice today. Once for a walk around the block where I didn’t meet a soul, and once for a trip to Quiktrip and McDonald’s for soda and a snack. 

At McDonald’s, I ordered a burger and a Diet Coke through their mobile app and paid online. I went up to the drive thru window and picked it up, managing to stay an arms length away from the lady who gave me my food. 

At Quiktrip, on the other hand, there were probably a dozen people there. I tried to be careful to not touch any of the door handles, and when I used the bathroom, I did the whole 20-seconds of hand-washing, like we’ve been advised. But the other dude in there, just strolled on out behind my back as I was at the sink. He didn’t even glance over at the sinks. I guess he’s one of those people who thinks the advice to wash your hands is some sort of media conspiracy or something. Or maybe he just thought that holding his dick to pee isn’t the sort of thing that’s going to spread the coronavirus. I judged him as a dumbass anyway, because I’m a judgmental prick. 

I grabbed a couple of candy bars and a 12-pack of Diet Coke and headed up to the register. I was a little paranoid about having to touch the debit card reader, but fortunately, I didn’t spend enough that I had to enter my PIN after I swiped my card. I’d have rather gotten a fountain drink while I was there instead of a 12-pack of cans, but apparently, the health department folks consider the fountains a possible infection vector. 

I took my junk food out to the car, ate my McDonald’s hamburger, ate my candy bars while sitting in the car playing FreeCell on my phone. I spend way too much of my time sitting in Quiktrip parking lots these days. I’d probably spend more if the damned heater in my car worked, but I’ve been too lazy to take it up to the dealership to get it fixed. 

Speaking of being lazy, I took four naps today! It’s just so easy to wander upstairs when I’m working from home and set a 30-40 minute timer on my phone. Thus one of the reasons that I had been working from the corner booths at fast food restaurants for the last several months. It was my little life-hack for keeping myself from taking mid-day breaks that I really could live without. 

I’m trying to get my shit together. I’m 53 years old, and I still have a slew of terrible habits that I would love to break, and a bunch of good habits that I’d like to form. I’m doing a hell of a lot better than I was doing in my 20s, 30s, and 40s, but I continue to disappoint myself on a daily basis. 

I have a daily checklist I use to manage myself to a certain extent, and one thing I do before I go to bed every night is to think of a few things that I’m grateful for and a few things that could be improved. And it seems like every damned day, I have to remind myself that I shouldn’t have overeaten and that I should have gone to bed earlier. At 53 years old! Self-control is hard. 

Well, it’s 42 minutes after midnight, and I have a 7:30 conference call with some folks in India in the morning, so I should get my stupid ass off to bed.