Well.

Nothing to say.

Nothing going on.

It’s technically the weekend and I’m going to clean house.  I may go foraging for lettuce and other produce, bread and milk tomorrow.

There could be 6 more weeks of this.  Six.  More.  Weeks.

They’re talking about opening up the country.  My goodness.  We’re nowhere near ready t do that.  At the very least, we need widescale testing before that happens.  I am very worried about what passes for leadership in this country.

I went into the office today to water my plants and found my boss.  Six feet apart, we had a rambling conversation just like old times.  Except I didn’t hug her when I left.

I’ve had five-minute conversations with my mother as I handed her groceries or a full dinner plate, but this is the first real sit-down and just talk conversation I’ve had in days and days.

It was nice.

I hope to do it again.  Regularly.  Daily even.

I’m weary of this, but worry we’re rushing too quickly into opening things back up.  The second wave of the Spanish Influenza was far more deadlier than the first.  Let’s hope that was a lesson learned. Let’s hope that science and reason prevail.