So, I keep hearing about this pandemic wall. Are there people who haven’t hit a wall yet? Who are they? How does their programming work? Are they androids?
I feel like I hit this metaphorical wall months* ago and have been stuck on it – or in it** – ever since.
Anyway, I hope you have a friend who can repeatedly pry you off the wall if you’re stuck too.
*Days? Weeks? Years? Time is a flat circle now, just like Matthew McConaughey predicted. Who had the “alright, alright, alright” guy from Dazed & Confused as unlikely pandemic prophet on their bingo card?
**Kind of like one of those unfortunate computer game protagonists who get stuck inside the wall due to a programming glitch, never to escape.
Next time – Husband Hunters International?
Seriously though, I bet Clockie could program a whole network with her nonsense. Did I just come up with a new series of comics? You’ll just have to stay tuned to find out…
Also, is it too much to ask for a mature move-in ready bungalow with no commitment issues but lots of curb appeal? Not everyone is looking for a project. I… think I need to stop torturing this metaphor now.
Clockie doesn’t care if you even celebrate Christmas. She’ll try to haunt you either way. She’d probably be more effective if she brought her own costume though.
My apologies to the ghost of Charles Dickens… and to people who actually know how to draw a ghost. I fear that this comic is an offense to both.
I know some folks will be missing the usual holiday gatherings this year… but I also know that some people won’t really be “missing” them at all.
Those nosy relatives who you see once a year are going to have to find another way to ask why you’re still single & when you’re planning to have kids (or another kid). Maybe you should send a mass email or start a newsletter? Create a Twitter account solely for dating recaps or ovulation updates? Innovation awaits.
What is the pandemic doing to the dating scene? Can Clockie engineer her usual “who needs love” connections?
