All About Mick's World

Forgive Me, Corona, For I Have Sinned Social distancing...Isolation...Separation...Quarantine. Call it what you will. It’s not terribly enjoyable. I know some people are better at it than I am, and there are others who are less adept. Hopefully, in the big picture, enough of us are doing enough isolating to rein in the spread of Covid19. We do fine at home, just me and my wife, and Dante and Eddie (our dogs)...alone together. She still works full time remotely, so her work life continues as before, but the commute is shorter. I still have to go in to the bike shop to do my work, can’t really adjust that derailleur from home. The shop owners are doing an amazing job of keeping me isolated from the public. (A fact that benefits all.) Before I can even touch a bicycle, that bike has to be allowed in through locked doors, and sterilized with disinfectants before moving the bike back to my work area. Whether I’m fixing a flat, or doing a complete three-hour overhaul, I need not wor

  My Final Hours by Eddie I slip out of my slumber at about 4:00 am. I lie in the darkness for a bit, gathering my wits, figuring out just where I am. It slowly comes to me, I’m in my cozy bed, next to brother Dante’s similar bed, in my humans’ sleeping room. It’s dark and silent, but I need to get up…nature is calling. I struggle to rise to my paws, all my joints complaining with each movement. I slowly, painfully walk to my man-human’s side of their bed and grunt and groan to get his attention. He wakes, and gets out of bed, moving his mouth, but I don’t hear his words. He and my lady-human stopped making sounds with their mouths around two years ago, I don’t understand why, though. It started the same time when all of the sounds in our home began to fade. He leads me through the house to the eating room, to the doorway to the outside. He reaches to that spot on the wall that makes the room bright so I can see better. (My vision is fading as well, but still better than my