For the first time in a long time I went to campus to go to work. It was a calculated decision. I had a medical appointment this morning, at 9:00. The result of this medical appointment is that I need to use a restroom about every 15 minutes. My campus office is about 15 minutes from the doctor's office. My house is about 40 minutes from the doctor's office. See? Calculated.
Not much as changed on campus since March 13, other than it's quiet.
One thing that has changed is that they have removed the candy machine from outside my office door. They didn't empty the machine. They removed it from the building. That is to say, they have removed my source of nutrition. At about 2 PM I was thinking, "I need to go home. I need a meal." I didn't get this boyish figure by missing a meal. Then it occurred to me. My snack drawer! I left in March without much warning. I left behind my stash! Using the key provided to me by the university to lock valuable and confidential documents in my desk I opened my snack drawer to find all that a man could ask for:
2.75 boxes of Girl Scout cookies (the box of thin mints was open, but seemed to still be OK.)
1/2 of a SAM Club size container of Reese's mini peanut butter cups
A bag of Rold Gold pretzels that I got for free from the since departed vending machine. (If a bag of chips didn't fall, the machine automatically tried again, usually delivering two bag.)
A bag of Buc-ees's orange cream gummi bears
A open box of Trader Joe's Chedder Bunnies
3 unopened boxes of oatmeal
and a bag of cough drops
My father was a "Prepper". When he passed away, and I was clearing out his house, I found cases of dehydrated foods. I also found several cases of jarred Red Cabbage, but that's a longer story. It appears that, without consciously deciding to do so, I have also become a "Prepper". The contents of the snack drawer could last for weeks. Along with the soda machine, which remains installed and filled outside of my office door (the Coke Zero I'm currently drinking expired April 16, 2020) I could process student financial aid applications for weeks.
I won't.
My mother-in-law is making dinner and I will not miss that meal.
