Post #807589 by WhiteDevilPress on Wed, Jan 25, 2023 12:15 PM

I didn't take the COVID scare seriously at all until I saw the major international distribution warehouse I was then assigned to as a Security Contractor come out with a three-inch thick binder of pandemic protocols for disseminating to their management. Such a lengthy tome would've required a team of writers at least a year to compose, and this was merely a few weeks into the growing alarm.

I'd always believed I would move to Florida some day, but my common sense was tingling in a major way. My response, for this and a variety of other reasons, was to immediately turn in my three-week notice and put my beloved Tikified house on the market. Sold off 9/10ths of my collection and moved my downsized possessions into storage, and drove to the beach in Florida. My last trip down was the first night of the Georgia curfew, which didn't affect me, taking backroads instead of the interstate.

By the time I got here, the beach was closed off, but I had full run of a six unit Air BnB (also Tikified), because vacation travel had abruptly ceased. Lived there for three months until the lockdown eased, and then I got a small condo near the same beach. The job transfer I'd been assured never materialized after I got here, but with one small pension and increased unemployment insurance benefits, I lived well for a little over a year until I qualified for retirement.

I couldn't have done better if I'd planned it out, but not to gloat. My place's rear view is over a humongous cemetery, where I take my regular walks. The burials I noticed there tripled once the "vaccines" started kicking in. I don't think this particular apocalypse is over yet.