rivervox

Walked to the Muddy this morning. Rainy night left it humid but the sun is coming. Last night DH and Violet (surprise!) went to see Paul McCartney at Fenway. It's put us in a bit of an uproar, but they are happy. Feeling stuck, just counting the days, waiting for the "numbers to go down". Checking the wastewater constantly for some sign of relief. The plague is patient.

I watched the last episode of Trapped last night. And there is a new season! Such a fine show. Well-suited to the times, bleak with a chance of murky light.