Last night I went to bed at 10:30, got up once about 3am, woke up at 5:15 and got up at 6am.
Teresa left for the gym at 7:30 and after she’s going
with a friend for their medication.
I left the apt at 8am in very cool 67-degree weather. It
was quite chilly for the first 20-minutes. I walked the back streets then up to
Aymara and returned through La Buena Mesa to the apt by 9am.
So far, so good, in my first correspondence game
against Michael. He has a rating of 930 and I guess they started mine out with
400.
Teresa returned at 11:30.
I won the first game and Michael’s rating is now 917
and mine is 905.
I gave myself a 20-minute haircut this afternoon.
I confirmed with Jose that we are meeting for chess
tomorrow.
The
US has 18,885,136 ð 19,092,658 ð 19,265,716
coronavirus
cases with 330,800+ ð 332,600+ ð 334,100+
deaths.
Per
Medellin Guru, as of this afternoon Colombia has a total of 1,584,903 ð 1,594,497 ð 1,603,807
cases with 41,943 ð 42,171 ð 42,374
deaths. Medellin has 142,160
ð 143,224 ð 143,949 cases, an increase
of 713 from December 26th to 27th. Envigado has a total of
12,569 cases, an increase of 80 from December 26th to 27th.
The latest numbers weren’t updated for
some reason.
Joke of
the day
Two men
pause their round of golf to smoke a cigar. One pulls out a matchbox while the
other pulls the biggest lighter you've ever seen out of his golf bag and
proceeds to light his cigar.
The other
man stares, laughs and says "Holy moly, that's the biggest lighter I've
ever seen! It must be a foot long! That's hysterical. Where did you get
it?!"
"Well,"
The first man sighs. "It's a long story."
"We
have hours ahead of us." Pointed out his golf companion.
"Alright,
alright." Surrendered the first man.
"Thing
is, I found a magic lamp while practicing the other day, and the genie gave it
to me."
The second
man is skeptical and laughs just to have the first man pull an old oil lamp out
of his bag. Intrigued, the second man rubs it, and sure enough, a genie pops
out and offers a wish.
The second
man doesn't think twice: "I want a million bucks!"
The Genie
nods, snaps his fingers, then disappears into a wisp of smoke. For a few
minutes... nothing. Then, suddenly, a rumble in the distance.
The rumble
gets louder and louder, when suddenly the skies darken and a flock of ducks
flies over. There are hundreds, no thousands of them! For 10 minutes straight
the sun is blocked out, and everyone is holding their ears to protect from the
sound of a million ducks quacking.
Suddenly, as
quickly as it started, it ended. As the sound slowly faded away, and as the
last few straggling ducks flew over, the men looked around at all the carnage,
duck poop everywhere, golfing gear lying scattered as other golfers ran for
cover.
Astounded,
the second man says "What the hell was that? I asked for a million bucks,
not a million ducks!"
"Yea
he's a bit hard of hearing." His friend sighs. "Did you really think
I wished for a 12-inch Bic?"
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