Sprayed

Hi Natty!  How are you, my love?  I hope you are doing nice and comfortably, and oh so easy living.  I want you to know that I love you with all of my heart, and not to worry about a thing because everything will turn out awesome for us inshaAllah.  Oh, I'm doing OK here.  Both of my cats are in heat right now, so I can't say it's peaceful around here.  I suppose it's entertaining to you folks that they sing along to whatever, but I am constantly on guard with the mop and bucket of bleach water, ready to react to whatever they spray.  This time around they've been leaving my bedroom door alone, showing preference for my bathroom door instead. 

I had to go out and get groceries this evening.  Right now the government has implemented a Movement Control Order where everyone has to stay home, and only one person per family can go out to get supplies.  So I went to the big supermarket downtown to get some of that fancy rice that my Mom likes so much, among other things.  Soldiers have been mobilized to enforce the MCO, so when I got there they pointed a laser thermometer at my forehead and sprayed me.  No not like a cat, but with sanitizer.  Otherwise it was a pleasant drive, because there was very little traffic.  This virus is not a blessing.  It is a SMALL sign of Judgement Day.  I guess in that sense it is a blessing because everything is a blessing, and sometimes we misinterpret.