It’s the two Hundred, and Eighty Second Day in my Pandemic Isolation within my cute, but humble Digs. I’m fine. I worked through the Spring painting plastering cleaning re-fitting the place. Then in summer I hibernated in air conditioning watching old movies.
That, and playing music loudly. Sometimes very loudly. Like everyone else. My Vaughn Williams, and Beatles to other’s classic Snoop Dog. In fall I went back to work for a bit. However I found that I was painting where I painted, and plastered where I plastered…so I stopped.
‘Built model kits for a while. Performed stories to the walls. Made art things. Slept a lot ate too much then hardly at all. Went nuts went sane went holy went not so holy then back to where I began.
This has been this 2020. This has been life in war time.
This is a war. A real one. What’s happened to the world, and this country is what war would have done to us. Half a million dead the economy in ruins the people confused angry divided. Our job in all that was to just stay home keep faith, and wait. And so I did. So we do. So you, and I will do.
Amen.
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