Cold Coffee
It’s been ten days since I sent the account info to PayPal and they haven’t made the deposit, so I remain a nobody and the coffee’s gone cold.
A Dread, Whirring Noise
It has often occurred to me that perhaps the comparatively new science of aviation will bring the making of wars to an end by reason of the very terrible consequences which will fall upon those nations which, in the future, have the temerity to declare war upon each other.
Constant Whoosh
Suddenly there’s no traffic. We’ve never heard so many birds. We could get used to this.
Stars. And Stripes.
I won’t even mention all the things you can watch on streaming TV, because I know we’re all doing that anyway, so much so that it’s starting to slow the internet down, like disinfectant wipes in the sewers.
Doing Things the Safe Way
It’s getting old, blogging about sheltering in place. But we’ve got it easy — for far too many Americans, the shutdown isn’t merely old, it’s a financial disaster.
Distance, Please (Updated)
Maybe we should come up with a standardized personal space reminder phrase, something along the lines of “Distance, please.” You know, like skiers and bicyclists with their “On your left,” like the French with their “bonjours,” like that one friend we all have with his “You gonna eat those fries?”
Put on Some Clothes
If you’re one of the lucky white-collar few now working from home, take a bit of advice from me. Put on some clothes.
You Gonna Eat All That?
Hunker down and peace out, dear friends. Look at it this way … by staying and working from home, we’re helping protect our more vulnerable neighbors.