It’s been a while since my last column. Some of y’all might’ve been thinking I’ve done caught that coronavirus, but most of my friends know I mostly drink Lone Star. I haven’t had a Corona in ten years, not since I took a swig from a real skunky bottle. So, no, I don’t have the virus. I’m still on this side of the dirt and plan to stay that way. That’s why I am doing a self quarantine.
It’s not that I’m afraid of that teeny little virus. I have faced bigger and meaner foes. I have been charged by angry bulls and a wounded wild boar. I have encountered rattlesnakes as long as I am tall. I underwent an extensive back surgery and came out anesthesia healthier and taller than before. I have survived shopping at Target on Black Friday. I figure if these foes didn’t do me in, then I can probably beat the coronavirus.
The key word in that last sentence is “probably.” I’m technically in the vulnerable group since I’ve entered my 6th decade on this planet, but I am healthy with no underlying medical conditions besides having half a brain. I’ve never had a brain scan, but several people have told me, “If you had half a brain…” So, I figure I might use that
diminutive brain of mine to find ways to keep from getting this virus.
