It’s my second Monday of quarantine. It’s about noon I think, but time really doesn’t matter anymore. My dog, Kinnick, is sleeping on my feet after a morning or afternoon or evening (who really knows) round of fetch. I have a book I really want to finish open and next to my morning coffee. And I have the 10-best Wrestlemania Matches on my television as I gear up for what will surely be the weirdest World Wrestling Entertainment Pay Per View of all time.
Oh, and I guess I’m working too.
But none of that is really doing the trick in terms of mental stimulation.