Tuesday, September 1, 2020

The virus is still so abstract to me.  I know I am a prime target but still I can’t see or smell it.

I put out the garbage bins yesterday.  Early this morning the loud rumbling trucks come by to empty them.

I finished reading KNOW MY NAME by Channel Miller. I highly recommend it even though her writing contributed to feeling sad and helpless about sexual assaults in our culture.

I bought another bed for the family room in my house.  I wonder if I am expecting refugees to arrive. This is the season of disruption and bedlam.