Sunday, May 31, 2020

I look closely at the pictures from Saturday protests on the peninsula. I am looking for friends and for myself, forgetting that I did not attend in person just in spirit.  People wore masks and stayed apart and still showed up.

I wake up this morning filled with fear. After coffee and cereal life returns to normal again.

Started reading NOTES FROM NO MAN’S LAND, essays by Eula Biss. She is exploring what it means to be white.

Cloudy sky, puddles on the ground, time to get up, wash dishes, do a load of laundry and take out the garbage.