Confession

Church is closed so I have to unburden here. I confess I continue to touch my face. I am especially sorry for doing it in public. I cannot help myself. Ingrained habits are hard to break. Heads need to be scratched, noses picked, chins stroked, eyes rubbed, and ears dewaxed. And if you eat without utensils like I do, you are going to be touching your mouth. I confess I do not always wash my hands. If I pick blueberries up off the floor and quickly pop them in my mouth, I do not run over and wash my hands for two full minutes. One of the advantages of Covid-19 is not worrying about bad breath when I am out in public. And I have time to stir things up with social media posts. I enjoy reporting that my wife is attending large gatherings of Disgruntled Anonymous without her mask. Then I wait to see if this galvanizes any of my children to initiate an intervention. I have not stood in line for Covid-19. I am waiting for Covid-20 because newer models are always better after the debugging. I only know about debugging because I have been required to learn coding as a home school teacher for an eight year old. I am getting paid what I am worth for my services. Dang, I just touched my face to wipe off blueberry dribble. Maybe now is the right time to wash my hands and face.