When a country is in harmony with the Tao,
the factories make trucks and tractors.
When a country goes counter to the Tao,
warheads are stockpiled outside the cities.
Tao te Ching
Charlie has braved the plague of zombies in California to head to the grocery store. While we have a nice stock of canned goods, it suddenly occurred to us that fresh food is actually still available, and maybe it might be nice to have some. He just texted to say his hunting trip was successful and he is returning home.
As soon as he gets to the house I intend to don my hazmat suit, strip him naked on the front porch, douse him with alcohol and dish soap, scrub him down with the kitchen mop from a safe distance, then hose him off with the garden hose before allowing him to enter the house. I will burn his clothing. Don’t worry, I made sure to dress him in that shirt I hate before he went out, so this isn’t really a loss.
Just to be safe I think I should lock him in the guest room for 72 hours. I can slip super flat skinny foods through the gap under the door. It’s not really that bad, there’s a TV with Netflix in there so I think he’ll be fine. I should be able to let him out just in time to send him to the store again.
He’s a good egg, that man of mine.
Up the Tao Staircase 