At least, despite social distancing/self-isolation/self-quarantining/cocooning/becoming hermits, we can still go out for walks, even if it's raining. And the wisteria is out. The neighborhood had a few dog walkers staying six feet away from us - or we from them - and a cheerful neighbor (who gave us some fresh grapefruit earlier this week, which formed the basis for tonight's highly successful vodka quarantini) who waved - but other than that, it's curiously quiet. Strange, unsettling, troubling - but we're a long way off stir-crazy, as yet ...
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