"...2.0"

 ...everything is different, but nothing has changed.

Days go by.

'Severe thunderstorms pummeled the tri-state area overnight

triggering booming thunder strong rains

and a brief tornado in Brooklyn and Queens.' NBC.

I was awake for all that.

The rain drummed all the windows pounded the roof like Storm Sandy.

Winds made the building shudder. Part of the passing Tornadoes.

This as I watched the Royal pageantry online.

The Queen went out with a bang.

 

"...BMT"

My friend Marc Kehoe reminded me that there are still NYC subway lines that have above ground sections. This technically makes them EL-Trains. I was thinking of the Atlantic Ave. BMT which was torn down. This is what my Ma took us on during those spur of the moment adventures. In the 50's there were still a few 1920's carriages with roll up walls for summer. I remember these so well. It was like riding the roller coaster.

"...too much information"

The neat thing about being all fevered up is that you're floating. Everything is bright and drifty. If this how ones last days are I'm cool with it. Also the dreams. Keep seeing all the dead folks I used to know...like my ma and kids from when I was little.

I've dreamed of driving too. 

I'm a New Yorker haven't sat in a private car in years not driven in decades. However, like riding a bike or levitating your muscle memory kicks in. I didn't even mistake the brakes from the gas pedal. This happened a few times early on. Luckily in the middle of the night on the Pennsylvania Turnpike in 1970.

Other than sharp pain delusions and sweats I'm swell...could be worse. It's actually getting a bit better. Be up and complaining in a week or so. Exiting from both ends hungry and barfing at the same time. The wonders of nature never end.

Stay tuned.

From my fire escape observatory.

 

Was under the weather but went to the park.

Waiting for the colors. I thought sitting in the sun would help.

It did a bit. But I may take time off here for a while.

I just need to rest. Loves you folks.

I set my dark matter pocket watch and portaled.

Benson Wisconsin June 3rd, 1957, 4:02pm.

There 19 seconds' subjective time. One quick image.

Today she'd be a 75 year old woman.

Her family passing on her very strange tale.

That of the day a man appeared in a glowing light on her lawn.

Chicken soup. Exactly what's needed. My radio old pal Jenifer posted she's cooking up a mess of chicken soup from leftovers. The best kind. What with sudden scary cold symptoms I'm doing the same. Thanks to Uncle Biden and Aunt Harris. I have 'four' count'em four Covid test kits. Looks like I'm using one...again. The times are weird nuts and challenging. You folks hang on be well be kind and go to your park.

More from my COVID Journals: September 9, 2021

 

Day 548. ...It's a grey rainy day. I'm leaning against the wall in my hallway staring. Just that, and watching the shadows move as time passes. That is until I sat and read this on a Dr. Who fan page. "It turns out I love everyone I know. That's what you realize while stuck alone in your flat. The people you thought got on your nerves actually don't annoy you at all. You miss them. You miss everyone. Wouldn't it be a terrible life if you didn't have people to miss."

 

In the park waiting for the colors.