Day 3,261

The Coronavirus Conley-Karate Chopped!

I asked Amelia to take a picture of Daddy and I throwing IN AN OPEN FIELD AND NOT ON THE STREET FOR THE FIRST TIME IN TWO WEEKS, since Daddy was finally given the clear to play catch in “public” again. This was the *only* picture she took of us—me dropping the ball and fetching it with my glove. Cmon, making me look bad, Sis. 

At least she got a really good picture of their Bible show inside the car. The important stuff, right?

Meanwhile, back at home. 

We left her for the first time ever...for about 45 minutes while we played catch. 

Lesson learned: she hates the shower and I will never make this mistake again. What I get for trying to give her more space to roam than in her crate. Aye. 

*What was that you said, Daddy?*

YOU’RE CLEARED?

!!!!!!!

Wahoo! Daddy is Corona free after...eh hem...twenty one days of isolation! Well done, Dad!

And just so we can give the whole wide world peace of mind about the rest of the Conleys (who have also never showed signs of a single symptom), we were supplied spit tests too. 

No brain swabbing here, thank goodness. 

We spit and sealed and sent our tests to a lab working with MLB up in NY. And now, we wait for the results. 

Yeah, I feel ya, Katesy. 

Oh, I feel ya. 



 But: ice cream!

No matter what Corona does to you, ice cream always makes it better. Always.