Run
A run: as in trip; errand; mission. We were on a typical run – over the strenuous objection of Colleen. We needed things. Don’t we all? Plants and planters…. and so forth. Groceries! Man’s gotta eat. Colleen is very fond of eating. (Shhh! I didn’t say that.) So, masks. I never miss a photo op. Flowers. Color combos. It’s challenging to take a pic in the blowing wind. You contend with motion blur. Not enough blur to be interesting, it’s more like a bad photo blur. We were out and about during corona and hopefully it was a successful run.
The good news? You have a 90%+ survival rate if you get corona. And the death rate is less than 10%. That’s very good! Good math! Go out an’ hug someone. Somehow, I think I will pass on hugging, for now.
Crisis
I’m about two months ahead – my post today was composed March 21. So, by now, the world has changed. Corona. Gripping. Colleen has been consumed. Me too. I hope you made it through. To the many and few readers, I hope you are all safe. I wonder whether I/we shall be too? This one is the apocalypse. I have been through events in my lifetime – Kennedy assassination to 9/11 and more. This time we are part of the news no matter where we have sheltered. I wonder to see how this has all changed two months from now. From where I sit there’s no good news today. Two months on?
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