Asian market

I went to the Asian market yesterday. It's in the university area so there are always wealthy Asian foreign student with Land Rovers and Maserati's parked out front. As I went in, a couple of Asian kids came out wearing surgical masks. It's a small store and their supply of noodles seemed a bit depleted, but I bought a large package of Chinese ramen-like noodles and I got five pounds of sticky rice. All this stuff was sold out at the big grocery store.

I think I should go back for more. I need to hoard more sticky rice.

The first person in this county has died of coronavirus.

At work, we ordered some pizza from a former employee. I was rather impressed. He left this job not knowing what he would do and the next thing we knew he had bought a pizza place. But now he can only sell orders to go and do deliveries. They make a lot of their money selling beer and liquor and from lottery sales, so those things are out. He was looking to buy some large sheets of plywood in case he needed to board the place up.

My own job may be ending this month because of the virus.

Foodstamps, unemployment and savings should keep me going. Perhaps unemployment and staying away from people because of the pandemic will allow me to blossom into a new man, a better human being, but I doubt it.