Okay, we’re all up to our eyeballs with social distancing and sheltering in place. So here’s something different.
Suddenly there’s no traffic. We’ve never heard so many birds. We could get used to this.
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.
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.
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?”
I was looking at an old photo album on Flickr this morning, and it hit me I may have one of the most complete photo archives of the Boneyard Project, an art exhibit hosted by Pima Air and Space Museum from February through May 2012.
Six short book reviews: fiction, science fiction, mystery/thriller, nonfiction
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.