Yesterday, D went for a bike ride to rid himself of cabin fever. He came home much more cheerful. With a smile, he showed me a funny selfie with a very friendly donkey. As part of an inside joke, this lovely creature will now be known as Donkey Irene. Ha!
As for me, I imagine myself a crew member on board of a star ship. Space is humongous, so I do not know when we shall reach a safe haven for our shore leave. The only available hologram program is called “the back yard”. The rest (summer barbecues, beer festivals, parties) are all contaminated for now. The science team is looking into it, it might take a while…
The food replicators are acting up, so we have to summon up a few 20th century skills like hunting, foraging, trading and cooking. Some of us are good at this, gifted even, but many just cannot follow these ancient instructions and failed miserably.
The majority of the crew are red shirts. The smarter ones are avoiding certain decks on this space craft. One can never be too careful, with all the hull damages and exploding consoles. The saying goes, “do not be that idiot.”.