Outside at last!
They let me leave the basement to lay a wreath at a local cemetery. I asked for golf, but got a cemetery. And I had to promise not to speak more than 50 words and wear a face mask… but I was let outside into the sunshine, Jill by my side. It felt glorious, like going outside was a dangerous mission.
I needed a nap afterwards. After more than 10 weeks in the house, leaving was exhilarating but exhausting.
My nap was disturbed by a nightmare where I caught the Coronavirus while I was out. My mask had been infected. And my team was EXCITED like it was an incredible stroke of good luck. They could replace me on the ticket AND use it against the people (Republicans) who want to open back up. “You killed Joe” was the campaign slogan or something, I woke as they were showing the commercial with a montage of things…. my last stop at the cemetery, then Jill crying, then Trump with devil horns or something like that….
People say dreams represent something going on in your life, your subconscious playing something out. I understand the Trump with Devil horns image. But, the rest? No one really wants to replace me! Dumb nightmare.
Come on, man.