Wednesday, October 14, 2020

I slip my ballot into the official box outside the Library.  The firemen across the street pull out their mechanical exercise equipment and crank up Metallica on the speakers. They are busy being strong.  I am more afraid of fire then I am of the virus. 

We meet on Tuesdays to write about our lives during the epidemic.  This morning the sun is hot and we struggle to find the shade.  We write and talk and I feel alive again.

I spent 30 minutes on my exercise bike on Tuesday.  Feel sore and tired. Not sure if it watching the news or moving my legs up and down.

The local crows no longer come to our street.  We have moths and bees and tiny birds and a few blue jays.