Thursday, October 15, 2020

At my house, a block away from Monterey High School, the familiar sounds have disappeared.  No public announcements in the morning, no cars lined up to release the teenagers, no voices of the crowds of kids milling around the school.  The kids are gone. The parents are gone.  The cars are gone.

We escaped the predicted wind storm last night. Our electricity was not turned off and there are no new fires near us.

I started reading PIRANES by Susanna Clarke.  A strange compelling Sci Fi book.  It is kind of creepy.

My house is falling into clutter and confusion.  Newly washed clothes are left on the kitchen table unfolded, dishes pile up in the sink, papers, packages, books are unsorted on the dinning room table.  I hardly notice now. We live on our own little islands and communicate through electronic devices.