The COVID Diaries: The Patron Saints of Supergenius HQ

Howdy Darling Ones,

After thirty-two days of solitude I spent time with some humans yesterday. I’m fucking exhausted about it too, not just because I’m an introvert who is out of practice being around people, but because my smoke alarms started screaming at 5:18 a.m. Sunday morning and that interrupted my sleep.

I never did figure out why the smoke alarms kept going off each time the heat kicked off for like two hours, but eventually it stopped. I spent a lot of time pressing random buttons on various smoke detectors. At some point I’m sure I won’t tense up whenever my furnace stops blowing.

After that panicky excitement I spent the day cooking and moving the Sadness Garden off the dining room table. In case you’re curious the menu was: beef enchiladas with red sauce, cream cheese chicken enchiladas with green sauce, chicken tinga, and esquites. For dessert I threw a package of those French toast Girl Scout Cookies at them, because baking is for chumps.

Another thing that happened after thirty-two days, my nephew, Maxwell, hung my Joan Jett poster on the wall. So after living here for nearly sixteen-years, Supergenius HQ has her official patron saints: St. Paul Westerberg and St. Joan Jett.

As he stood back to view his handy work Max said, “I like how they compliment each other. They both got the denim thing going.”

And then I launched into a mini-lecture. “That’s not even half of it,” I said. “He’s holding a book, she’s on a bookcover. Plus, they love each other.”

Max cocked his head at me. “Really?”

“Not like that,” I said. “They’re friends. She covered “Androgynous.” They’ve done some songs together. They did “Let’s Do It” from Tank Girl movie in the 90s. He mentioned her at RiotFest!”

Then it was Sonya’s turn to tell us about how much she liked the Tankgirl books. I didn’t get a chance to tell them about how Joan Jett was my first favorite singer when I was like ten because of “Crimson & Clover” and I thought she was Leather Tuscadero (sorry, Suzi Quatro). Or that Paul Westerberg music is so much a part of who I am as a person that instead of bone marrow I’m filled with his song lyrics.

I love that whenever I look up from my laptop this is what I see. It makes me so happy.

Just about the only thing I got going for me in this pandemic loneliness hellscape is that I really, really, really love my house, even with its annoying malfunctioning smoke alarms and lack of a linen closet and nasty-ass carpets I cannot wait to get rid of this summer and my stupid bathroom with the toilet next to the closet.

Supergenius HQ is my absolute favorite place on Earth. I’ve worked so hard to keep this roof over my head. All by myself. While being a self-employed freelancer. I love it here. It’s the only place I truly fit and feel wholly myself.

Next to I Will Dare dot com making this home for myself is my proudest achievement, and I will Dare only gets first place because I’ve been doing this for nearly twenty-one years and have only lived in Supergenius HQ for sixteen.

Ok, I gotta go eat some leftovers because I’m starting to get super schmoopy and that makes me wanna barf.


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  1. Lori 15.Feb.21 at 8:56 pm

    Those French toast cookies blew my mind. I ate the whole box in a weekend and then mourned their absence.

    1. Jodi Chromey 15.Feb.21 at 9:00 pm

      I have one more box! I don’t think I’ll share this one.


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