“It’s not that we spend five days looking forward to just two. It’s that most people do what they enjoy most on those two days. Imagine living a life where every day are your Saturdays and Sundays. Make every day your weekend. Make everyday a play-day…”― James A. Murphy, The Waves of Life Quotes and Daily Meditations
It’s Sunday morning – late Sunday morning – on October 31, 2021, as I sit at my desk here in my corner of west-central Florida. It’s Halloween, and the temperature outside is beginning to feel autumn-like at long last. It’s a cool day by Sunshine State standards: the temperature is 69˚F under sunny skies. With humidity at 52% and the wind blowing from the north at 6 MPH, the feels-like temperature is 68˚F. Today’s forecast calls for partly sunny skies and a high of 76˚F. Tonight, skies will be mostly clear and the low will be 54˚F. The Air Quality Index (AQI) is 23 or Good.
The house is quiet now; the Caregiver is out and about running errands; she went to Walmart to buy last-minute Halloween candy and a couple of other things, including a gallon of milk. She left several hours ago; in the meantime, I had my breakfast – sans coffee, since we have no milk – earlier; I ate a quartet of Colombian empanadas, a buñuelo and a can of Coke. The Caregiver brought them for me last night from a local Colombian restaurant, Cali Viejo, that we like. (In fact, she had invited me to go with her and her sister, but I have not had my “Fauci Ouchie” yet, so I stayed home.) I heated the empanadas and the buñuelo in the oven – they’re best eaten when they’re served, but if need be, you reheat them – for 12 minutes at 350˚F.
I enjoyed my breakfast, even though Coca-Cola is not exactly a good substitute for a couple of cups of coffee. I also still have one buñuelo left; I’ll reheat it for lunch later in the afternoon.
Last night I watched the first three episodes of Paramount+’s The Stand, a 2020 remake of a TV adaptation of Stephen King’s eponymous apocalyptic novel in which the survivors of a global superflu pandemic divide into opposing camps. One is led by the avatar of good, Mother Abagail Freemantle (Whoopi Goldberg),the other is ruled over by the evil Randall Flagg (Alexander Skarsgård).
Like its previous incarnations, this version of The Stand is a mix of science-fiction, post-Watergate paranoia, horror, and even Biblical allusions in a depiction of a battle between Good and Evil.
Unlike the 1994 miniseries – which was written by Stephen King and directed by Mick Garris – this new version of The Stand tells its narrative as a series of flashbacks rather than as a linear story that flows from the beginning of King’s novel to the epilogue. It’s not necessarily bad, but it is…strange, since it begins in a post-plague world and then doubles back to the outbreak of the superflu – dubbed “Captain Trips” – from a secret Army biolab in California.
Like I said, I watched the first three episodes of The Stand with The Caregiver. More correctly, we tried watching three episodes; we saw two all the way through, but when we got to the third episode we both fell asleep. I managed to wake up just enough to eject the Blu-ray from the player, shut everything off, and make my way to my room; the Caregiver dozed on the couch for a while, then at some point woke up and ambled sleepily into her room and slept till around 8 AM.
I’ll be taking it easy for the rest of this last October Sunday. I might try watching that third episode of The Stand, or I might even read for a bit. I don’t want to sit at my desk all day, though. I do that every day, and I’m not doing myself or anyone any favors by doing that without a break in the routine.
And on that note, Dear Reader, I’m off. Until next time, stay safe, stay healthy, and I’ll catch you on the sunny side of things.