Hope This Doesn't Put the Kibosh on My Pennyillionaire Fortune

Welp! It's happened. On Friday at 12:01 a.m., our county officially enters a lock-down stay-at-home phase. Thanks to the five women who are VIRUS-positive. A wedding guest, three home health care workers, and an 78-year-old who didn't travel or associate with known infecteds.

Funny that it's really no different from the precautions that have been in place for two weeks already. The restaurants have been closed to eaters. No gatherings. I imagine there will be another toilet paper shortage, starting Wednesday, from people who get their money on the 1st, just learning this news. That darn Hick has even suggested that we pick up a pack, even though we have 10 rolls of Charmin in the hall closet already. I nipped that idea in the bud. We don't need it. Our usual purchase is a 9-pack or 12-pack as we run out. I'm pretty sure we'll be fine.

It won't affect us much here in Backroads. The main difference being that Hick won't go to his Storage Unit Store, and I will be making my 44 oz Diet Cokes at home. This "order" from the county commissioners instructs us to call the county health center if we spot violators. Not 911. Not the sheriff's department. Also, it's open-ended, which has the reluctant homer-stayers in a tizzy.

I'll be going to the grocery store a couple times a week. Once for Country Mart, once for Save A Lot. They each have things they do well. The butcher at Save A Lot has enviable meat, heh, heh! I also prefer their romaine lettuce, cheese, sour cream, salsa, and tortilla chips. Huh. I must be hankerin' for some taco salad. Country Mart has Hick's special individual ice cream cups, vanilla with swirls of strawberry and chocolate. Also, we like their deli food. The bananas and tomatoes and onions are better there. It's not like we can have carry-out delivered, here in the boondocks.

Of course, since I'll be in town anyway, I'll drop by the Gas Station Chicken Store for my magical elixir on those days. And perhaps a scratcher or two. Until then, I'll be making my own, lesser, elixir. And not scratching.

This guy might be the last of my big fortunes for a few weeks:

I picked him up at Country Mart (left side machine) on Monday. This is an old ticket, out for several years. I buy it when I find it. I never had the MONEY BAG symbol before. It means WIN ALL. Of course every prize was the minimum on this ticket. That's how this dapper dude keeps his MONOPOLY, I suppose. Still, I'm not complaining! That's another hundo. Only two days after my last hundo!

Hick has said that he'll give up his daily clandestine donuts. We'll see. We're making a run on the grocery store on Tuesday, because I get my money on the 31st. Not that we don't have a considerable cushion in the account to cover it anyway. It's just our way to stay on budget. Hick has already named items he wants to replace his daily donuts. They're not really an improvement. Little Debbie Cakes, or (probably "AND") some bake-at-home cinnamon rolls.

I hope I can still find pennies during my five-sevenths (5/7) lockdown!