Me: “Wow, day 42.”
Her: “Day 42 of quarantine?”
Me, a pedant: “You can’t quarantine the healthy.”
Her, rolling her eyes: “Fine, day 42 of house arrest.”
And on that note, kids, it’s time to kick off another healthy-at-home weekend. Make it a great one any way you can, but, uh, try to set the place on fire (especially since you’re really but supposed to leave)!
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