Last week I wrote, “What a difference a week makes. Last week I wrote about the first signs of spring and what do with it staying light out later. This week I’m figuring out how not to kill everyone I see panic buying groceries.” You can say that again.

It’s been a roller coaster this week. Monday I was in San Diego court for a hearing. My normally taciturn judge spent the first ten minutes on the bench telling everyone to spread out (people had already done a pretty good job of it) and reminding everyone to use Court Call for future hearings because no one knew how long this coronavirus thing would last. Fine. I finished my appearance and headed back to my office.

Wifey starts emailing me about courts announcing shutdowns. My paralegal lets me know our attorney service is hearing about courts shutting down. Tomorrow I must be in Los Angeles for a hearing, so I check their website. They had already announced restrictions but not a complete shutdown. No change. I drive up to LA to check into my hotel. Still no change. I banter with you lot until about 10 PM. No change. I get up in the morning and start getting ready to walk to court. I check the court’s website. The court is shut down through the end of the week. Motherf*cker.

In the next couple of days every court in southern California has announced shutdowns for at least a week. That seemed optimistic given the parade of bad news. By the end of the week all courts are shut down except for emergency matters for weeks to come. Fan-f*cking-tastic.

Every night I drove home from the office with my laptop because I was expecting my clueless governor to impose some sort of shelter in place order. Thursday night on the drive home I got a text from one of my employees. The order was issued. F*ck me. Anger Rising.

You know what’s worse than being unemployed? Being an employer and not being able to get much done because an indispensable part of your process is closed for weeks. Continuing overhead with little way of generating revenue. The low regard I have for government just got lower. If only there was some alternative worth trying rather than a government induced recession.

For the past week or so I have had to rely on bodyweight exercises. Lord knows it’s been important to me to do something physical to deal with the stress.

When it’s time to embrace the suck I ask myself WWGD? Yeah, I hate this situation, but I’ll be damned if it will get the best of me. I’m pissed I don’t have all that gym equipment available, but I know there are other ways to train. So, what if I could find another way to train? I am angrily embracing the opportunity.

This week has been a combination of bodyweight strength exercises or conditioning in the morning. Evenings have been ab work and some additional conditioning. Friday, I went balls out and just went until I was exhausted and couldn’t do anymore. That was revealing. Goggins is right. I’m soft. I haven’t really challenged myself. I’ve been doing “load management.” I’m a long way from being hard. I think I’m in the midst of turning the corner in embracing the suck.

If you don’t know where to start, here are 8 bodyweight exercises. Here is a more involved bodyweight circuit with both beginner and advanced exercises.

Finally, we are all going to have time on our hands. I wish I knew which of you to thank for introducing me to The Critical Drinker and Red Letter Media. They have both been good for hours of entertainment and have steered me away from wasting money on CBS All Access. I was hopeful Star Trek Discovery and Star Trek Picard would be worthy additions to the Star Trek legacy. Well, that didn’t pan out.

Here is The Critical Drinker on Star Trek Picard episode 1, episode 2, and episode 4. Why no episode 3 you ask? He hated it so much he couldn’t find anything interesting to say about it. Red Letter Media covered these episodes and more if you enjoy a good piling on.

Here is Red Letter Media on Star Trek Discovery pilot episode, mid-season review, season 1 review, and season 2 review.

That’s it with the links. SP is going to send me to Warty’s dungeon for all of these.