Every Sneeze is Precious

Every sneeze reminds me of two stark realities:

1.  I am very much alive at this moment.
2.  A deadly infection could be brewing in me and those around me, we've never lived this and anyone can be dead in 48 hours.

Wheeeeee what a way to put ones past vajayjay gushings into perspective.  And to remind one that each human is equal to every other human on this planet when it comes to sudden, unexpected death.

So, this is not intended to be morbid amidst a very morbid global pandemic called COVID-19, but rather a check-list of final details in case it takes me out quickly as a 56-year-old smoker. 

• LAST Will & Testament.  Is created and shared in my g-docs.  Because it's a pandemic, it will not be notarized but still should suffice as guidance for my limited wealth.
• DNR order.  Just give the ventilator to someone who hasn't chosen to smoke a pack a day for over 35 years.  And continues because damage done and I prefer to snuff out quickly instead of slowly, trying to yank the tube out...NOT because of the damn economy.
• BUDGET.  Fuck it. Paid rent over health insurance this month with no promise of future income beyond the part-time gig taking care of my disabled best friend.  Luckily, life handed me extreme poverty and isolation 6 years ago and the view from the one room that houses all my belongings is spectacular.
• LESSONS to my boys.  Time to dig deep and see if there are any lessons or deep dark secrets I must pass on NOW.  As in tonight in a video call and later here if given time and the right mood...
• CREATE every last day.  Got the electric violin going last night, and am writing right the fuck now, so bonus.   

As I have no bucket list left..sneeze on, humans.