Yianni Stamas on the Official Closing of the Christmas Holiday

Will the Manhattan Coronavirus Blog Continue?

Entitled “Manhattan Coronavirus,” this website was originally conceived as a way to document a family’s quarantine due to COVID-19. This documentation process was done in the form of daily blog entries of the first 100 days of their in-home isolation. The next phase of posts could begin again as soon as 10 months after the initial quarantine process first began. We’ll have to wait and see if this happens.

Meanwhile, Christmas Celebrations End Today, January 6

You’ve probably heard of the song “The 12 Days of Christmas.” Well, today, January 6, 2021 marks the end of the 12 days after Christmas in the Gregorian calendar. Today not only signifies the end of the Christmas celebrations, but also the starts what is known as the “Carnival Season,” which ultimately comes to fruition with Mardi Gras.

No Cheery Man in a Red Suit

The Slovakia and the Czech Republic are among the European countries that participate during this time period in a tradition in which kids dress as the three kings and visit homes in their neighborhoods. These children receive cookies for their portrayals.

Dia de los Reyes Magos

Meanwhile, the Latin American ushering in of the Epiphany is known as Dia de los Reyes Magos. And in many Latin American countries, Saint Nick is not the bearer of gifts but instead this is done by the three wise men.

Day 82: No Coffee for Three Days

Do Not Go Outside

This is day three of not drinking coffee. And not by choice. Going coffee-less is because of forgetting to order it with our food delivery. Yesterday, out of desperation, I started to leave the apartment to get some at the local bodega but was stopped by my wife. She reminded me that our daughter, who at that moment was in her room with the door shut for distance learning, felt very strongly about us not going out of doors.

Insurmountable Addiction?

I didn’t want my daughter to not feel safe so I took off my shoes and returned to the home office to work. That is if I could keep myself conscious for any amount of time. Now it’s the next day. I get up at around 6:00am. It is currently 10:00pm EST. For four hours I was unable to engage in blogging. Four hours. I suppose I should be processing this as showing how addictive beans are, but I need them. Or so I think.

Those Born Post-1962 Need Not Read This

I ordered two containers of coffee from Amazon but they won’t be coming until Friday which is the day we order food that usually delivers the following day. That’s two days away because most likely the coffee package won’t get here until Friday night, and for that matter there is the very real possibility that it will get stolen. Our building has always been the wild west, but since the Coronavirus entered the picture, things have intensified. Our neighborhood is now the wild, wild west (yes, like the TV show that most of you probably won’t remember). Stay tuned. I feel like there should be a visual now of our building the melds into being a painted version. That’s an inside “Wild Wild West” joke you won’t get if you were born after the Cuban Missle Crisis