Call me Percival*

Ah...more late blogging. 

Mrs. Stroock and the Stroocklettes are in Indiana visiting her father, leaving us at home with the cats, a box of cigars and a soon to be depleted liquor cabinet. Solitude always brings out the worst in us. 

OMICRON, scourge to those who walk the ground, doom to all those who dwell upon the land...We looked out the window to see a helmed barbarian riding his horse around the yard and brandishing his sword in the air as if to summon Vothan the One Eye down from Valhalla. It's like the opening scene of Excalibur here**. I'm going to go chuck a sword in a lake later. 'Arthur!'

So that's where things stand. 

OMICRON is running rampant throughout New Jersey. We had 10,000+ cases reported yesterday and 15,000+ reported today. We did a couple of tests in the fami d'Stroock last week but came up negative. Going out these last few days we see some masks, more than we like but still fewer than doomtimes in the spring of 2020. Things can't be that bad. Governor Murphy is off to Costa Rica for Xmas. Which is fine. Seriously, how much longer can people fret about this? 

We will spend some mental energy today on what will probably be a fruitless quest to come up with a short story idea. In all likelihood we will spend this next week alone finishing World War 1990: The Weser.

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**That scene gets me every time.