Someone I know subscribed to Masterclass, and given that I may not be leaving the house for the foreseeable future, I went ahead and paid out for my own subscription. It seems pretty expensive, especially if you feel knowledge is free. But, I got a license that lets Gary use it too. So he might become even more insufferable.
The first class I took was from David Sedaris, and what was the first thing he taught me?
“Leave the house.”
Knew that. I remember back when I would do things JUST to get a blog post. (See Segwaying through Forest Park.)
And now my social activities are dropping one at a time, and I can’t really contribute to the ones that are still there. Because I am boring. I have nothing to share. It’s odd that life-or-death Covid drama saps any drama from my life story, but there it is. Or isn’t.
But at least there’s a path forward. My heart is fine, and if my cholesterol is fine I will plead for the Evusheld — but even then I’ve got vulnerable people around, and I still need to watch out. And stay in.
Someone needs to go take a Segway tour on my behalf. I need to sign up for some on-line live concerts to replace the ones that have moved on. Maybe I could take up those ultra-violent multi-player games and boast about how many teenage boys I made cry. Things need to start moving.