Cold Slap

March grinds on. Cold this morning, so I'll save my walk for a midday library trip. I didn't get out yesterday either because of events. Violet had rehearsal and we had book club. So glad to get that over with. It's been hanging over me. Another rat in my belly extinguished. At this rate, it may be a year before I have to host or do anything. And we avoided in person meeting. We watched the last 80 Days and the Oscars last night. I did manage to get basic housework done, but I despair of doing any clean up projects. Every week I pledge to do it in the evening, but it's hard to get any momentum.

Saturday night we watched My Man Godfrey and Nightmare Alley. It's fun to watch movies instead of our interminable TV shows.

It looks like a quiet week. Nothing much looming. I'm sorry to miss Honey's performance this weekend. I wish I could sneak on a plane and get down there. It does feel like we're running out of time with this lull in the pandemic. Hopefully just a spring bump, then a summer decline into nothingness.

And the war. OK. That's enough sadness for a Monday. To the barricades.