As the days go by - don't let them go on their way without any influence. They have no interest in you, must take interest in them somehow.
"Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground" - Talking Heads ofcourse
Gonna be a future anyway. May not be pretty, but there will be one regardless.
For now -
No routine is able to exist for very long in a vacuum without turning on itself. We need to bust out again and again in order to remain vibrant and not become stunned or bughouse. Lots of us are becoming stunned these days and we may not all come out of that fully/completely any time soon. Some people like it, it may be reassuring. Lucky bastards in a way.
Got to watch what is in our "intake" valves more carefully in these times, (info, food, drink, smoke, chemicals, sugar etc.) and when we let crap flow in more easily, we can't have that same productivity output quality that was once a major part of many routines. Kinda of a luxury not to work, but what a paradox to those who are still healthy & active. It is like retiring before you are washed up, retirement is the "goodie" we are told/sold as being the big rock candy mountain we should all desire and plan for, this is often bullshit unless you decide that you are truly finished contributing, alot of us never are.
Social distancing leads to increased screen time, which leads to decreased sleep, which leads to increased frustration, mostly because of an overload of information which often is useless in bettering our real lives. This overabundance of screen time (TV, computer, phone, ipad, even the weather channel) leads to increased snacking and so it goes. Not a good path. As one of my favorite philosophical bloggers put it recently (and from which this writing is inspired and borrowed) - "No matter how hard you train, you can't build much muscle out of Lucky Charms."
Sleep has been laced with dreams of being around others and doing stupid things, like running down the street dodging people by a fraction of an inch, pissing in laundry baskets instead of the toilet, dancing with naked women and chasing shopping carts full of potted plants and casual looking cats. I am often slow to get up and looking for ways to fill the empty days once 11AM rolls around, after having accomplished my morning routines. I try to find something positive to fill the voids. Trying to accomplish the latter without being around others to the same extent as when I was working at jobs and my output was steady is now proving difficult because I see no meaning in doing more things just for myself. And even in all that work I use to do fixing pinball machines for people to play, it is just starting to look so stupid & useless from this difficult context. Meanings are changing while importance is shifting.
When it comes time for bed, usually around 10pm, I am full of piss and vinegar from the day's empty promises. Yet as much as I want to be unconscious and get away from myself and this viral reality for a while, I still dream of what I would be doing if the world hadn't gotten bit by this bug. So many of these dreams are laced with a twisted vision of what I see around me. I have more time than ever but my output has taken a big step down. A downshift, simple things have become huge accomplishments. Going out for food is like going out hunting and navigating the obstacles and threats to then make it back to the cave unscaved. Cleaning my place and putting things in order is now overrated and silly, while disinfecting is making my eyes tear as I realize that classifying the past is now more or less lock stock and barrel until retirement. I am allowed to forget about the past because it is just piled up neatly behind me in a cabinet and if I need to remember or access something for reference sake, there is no real struggle to be had. Case in point, my friend JamesSchid asked for an accurate date when Drapeau had the by-law banning pinball in Montreal on the books when he was first elected mayor. I remembered a Montreal Gazette article a high school friend turned journalist had written, a full page feature on pinball and my small business back in May 1990 (yes, 30 years ago). She had done her background research at the archives & at the municipal library from the actual source documents (no www then) so she likely got the straight dope. Now in this age of spewing information and misinformation being posted so easily, we couldn't not get a straight answer on the web as to the actual date of the by-laws back in the 50's. Maybe it is buried deeper on the web, or not up there yet, regardless, the info came out of my time capsule cabinet in under two minutes.
Planning a new business venture or project is also tricky these days because we don't know what the future holds and what will have changed in all sorts of sectors, not just rental properties/space or real estate. Lots of things are becoming obsolete as we dig ourselves deeper into this hole and many things/values we banked on will likely no longer be valid in the next reality that looms. Even what we previously believed to be the tasty ingredients in making up a good life have shifted again and we are learning that there is only so much miserable ease healthy human beings can take. A world without what we have come to know and believe to be privileged moments may also be around the corner and most inflexible beings do not take well to having their realities and routines busted up. Some get violent and volatile if things change too suddenly and especially when they feel like the ground is shifting and may give out under them. That is when they start believing that they have nothing to lose, and that usually ends up meaning - nothing left to protect at the very end.
Same as it ever was, same as it ever was.
OK, done for this morning. I will post a scanned section from that Montreal Gazette feature story from 30 years ago which details the approximate dates for the by laws when I have finished my morning routine.

Have a nice day.
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Maxed out at 10 machines, no more no less. Toujours a 10 machines, pas moins pas plus.
Une règle suivi guéri de tout. A rule respected can cure anything.
A philosophy of doing shall rule until the days when I can no longer "do" arrive. Because when I am too old to wipe my own ass, adjust an AX relay or relieve a woman friend from sighing, there will then only be memories to fill my time. So, the task at hand is to build a RRSP of occurrences to recall come hell or calm tides.
In real life I always preferred the exceptional qualities in any normal state of affairs. But alas, so many of us have suddenly become exceptional via a world wide web of self-promotion upheld by the new dumb that it has made the quest for something truly exceptional much more difficult to notice.
"Ah, goddamn writers, never a good word for anything. Hell, you never really know what they will say or do next." My Alter Ego