It’s Day 351 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are well.
Two of my favorite days all year are the first frost in the fall and the first no-fluke 60-degree day in the spring. Yesterday was the latter, and we enjoyed every minute of it — on purpose.
I made no room for politics or current events. This brief post will reflect the fact that I completely unplugged, if only for a day.
Our work on Ernie continues apace. Trip after trip, back and forth between the house and the bus, it’s an amusing parade. We can attest that there’s a big difference between packing for a vacation and the process of stocking and furnishing a residence-on-wheels.
I got the last of the flight-deck electronics installed and set up — a Garmin dash cam and a dedicated co-pilot’s Garmin navigation system. Because such technology wasn’t integrated into coaches like this 17 years ago, our result resembles a family Christmas tree. But it’ll work.
If we get lost, it’ll be our own damned fault.
Monday morning I took time out from the motorhome for my annual telephone tussle with SiriusXM. Many of you know the drill — enjoy a low-low subscription price for a year, then watch your rate double (at least) when the 12-month promotional rate expires.
It’s to the point where I have a reminder set in my phone to call the company’s customer-service line the day before, every damned year.
As usual, the purpose of my call was to cancel my SiriusXM subscription. It’s a useful ruse, a dance, a game, the only thing that works. This time they didn’t just extend my promotional price — they gave me the same service for three bucks less a month.
There’s no reason I should have to do this. It’s idiotic, but at least I’m set ’til next March. It’ll be great to have access to extraterrestrial radio on the road.
Perhaps I’ll have something pithy to say tomorrow.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath
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