Captains Log:
April 28, Year 2020, Day 5 of Covid-19 Quarantine
24:00 Captains Log: I was sound asleep and woke to the scream of my bladder. Dreaming.of.water.parks.
05:00 Captains Log: Internal alarm clock signals its time to run. Body aches, cough and fatigue. They.win.this.round.
05:01 Captains Log: I will review electronic messages and hopefully doze off again. The pack members have not moved and seem to want to sleep. Must.rest.body.is.weary.
05:30 Captains Log: Message from Vessel Courtyard, message reads: “Guest in room 532 says room smells like cigarette smoke, I have moved his room, I have found no sign or smell.” End message. Captains response: “good job” end response.
06:00 Captains Log: Sick bay patient has taken on the role of medic. I will have to keep my eyes on her, I feel a mutiny is abound! I.think.I’m.falling.for.her
08:00 Captains Log: Good Lord I have to pee! I.think.this.infection.has.given.me.another.infection…
09:00 Captains Log: Mess Hall- no taste buds but want some yummy food. Grits, eggs, chicken sausage and a sprinkle of cheese. I share a small portion with sick bay patient. Can’t.taste.but.my.belly.is.warm
10:00 Captains Log: A hot shower feels like heaven, H-E-A-V-E-N!! Dove.soap.must.be.an.angel.
11:00 Captains Log: The Sun Star is above, it is warm and soothing. The natural vitamin D engulfs me. I let it consume me. Peace, tranquility…and those two Squirrels are having sex on the shed! This.is.a.family.blog!
12:00 Captains Log: I have a slight fever again. I am calling the outside medics to see if I can get some advice. Hold.music.is.terrible.
13:30 Captains Log: Medic gave me advice I could’ve read on Google. Strategy remains the same I am in isolation for a couple weeks. Y’all.gonna.make.me.lose.my.mind
14:00 Captains Log: One of my provision deliveries has arrived. We now have more potato chips in this vessel then a damn 7/11! Mrs.Vicks.salt.and.vinegar.chips.are.everything
14:30 Captains Log: For some reason I just became a donkey on the edge. My emotional output is in overdrive and an outburst ensued. Captain.needs.a.timeout!
15:00 Captains Log: The pack has taken to slumber. I will follow their lead and rest my body in hopes of rapid recovery. Upon rising I will need to address the pack, as we have no more Bacon Snackies! This.is.worse.than.Covid-19!
17:00 Captains Log: Received some positive news today. Our top account for Vessel Courtyard will open in 2 – 3 weeks, this should assist in bringing back crew members. Now.the.challenge.begins
18:30 Captains Log: Mess Hall- thank God I don’t have much of an appetite but under normal circumstances I could crush a Giant Jersey Mikes Turkey Club! Crush.it!
20:00 Captains Log: The entire pack is restless. I believe they are upset that there are no more Bacon Snacks and have been reduced to receiving Wheat Thins as treats until more provisions come tomorrow. The youngest male Jameson has taken to protesting by sprinting up and down the corridor, growling and huffing at non-existent foes. Someone.needs.a.therapist.
21:00 Captains Log: Crew has all retired to their quarters. Separation is not fun, but wise due to me now having a fever. No.I.don’t.need.more.cowbell.
22:00 Captains Log: I have realized my expectations of finding comfort in this blow up mattress are decreasing exponentially. The pack has increased its forge to take it over, and my body is beginning to remind me that a real mattress is going to be needed very soon. Whats.your.sleep.number?
23:00 Captains Log: Lights out, damn it lavatory first, then lights out. Sleep.pee.repeat.
23:59 Captains Log: The pack has once again taken to digging in my blankets and mattress. They must be subterranean creatures. If.they.don’t.stop.they.will.be!
#Adulting 