In normal times things would be normal.

Things to do. Wake up keep breathing stuff like that.

The complicated interpersonal noise recedes. However there’s still stuff to do. Stay alive keep others alive. Also cooking reading old movies laundry even the post office.

Today I'll cook. 'Was too hot before.

A simple veggie stew thing,...kinda. Necessity makes one creative. This event is making me a partial vegetarian.

I stare out the window. Watch eternity wander by on this oddly cool August day. Oak trees do that. Not make stew,…they watch eternity. I’d have made a good tree. There’s the Bridge.