Like Mexico, I am not sending you my best this week.  Work has been in overdrive (knock wood), my parents came over yesterday in the hopes of avoiding today’s traffic, and I don’t have much left in the tank.

Going to the gym this week was a joy.  The mask mandate is over and no one in the gym is wearing a mask.  On Friday I entered the gym at the same time as a man I estimate to be in his late 70s using a walker.  He didn’t have a mask.  I wanted to cry with joy.

I am a sore motherf*cker.  This was my first full week in the gym with a full conditioning regime, as well, in some time.  It’s hitting me how the mask mandate really screwed with my mental game.  I am certain it affected my willingness to commit to my gym workouts.  The buck stops with me, but I still hate my smarmy governor.

This is the last Coronavirus edition of GlibFit.  The mask mandate is over in tarnished State of California. The only remaining vestige of this nightmare is the gym still requiring the use of a bottle refiller while keeping their water fountain closed.  It’s no big deal because I bring a bottle.  

Of course, my repugnant governor is keeping his emergency powers because the path of the coronavirus is uncertain (according to him and the SCIENCE! he still refuses to publicly disclose.)  My governor is a political animal to his core.  If he reimposes any type of lockdown in the future, it may be me in the clock tower with the long gun.  So, let’s all just hope this is truly the last of the Coronavirus Edition.

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Some businesses don’t seem to have gotten the message the mask mandate is over.  A burger joint I frequent for lunch is still requiring masks and will only do takeout.  Sorry folks, my patience is exhausted.  A different restaurant got my lunch business.  In a similar vein, I walked into my local PetSmart sans mask.  Walking down the aisles I noticed nearly everyone had a mask on.  WTF?  I got to checkout and saw a masked cashier and saw the sign requiring masks.  He didn’t say a word about my bare face.  The sign may be up, but enforcement was nonexistent.

I love Glenn Loury.

Seeing as how I’m a father, I’m indulging myself with this week’s music.  First, is a super fun tune with an equally fun video.  Second, is a song that makes no sense but that doesn’t stop me from stomping and singing along.