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Beautiful, clear, cool morning. I walked to the Muddy and listened to Bridgewater and Levar. Drove Violet to school. She still hasn't got the right level of urgency in the morning. Work in Progress.
Yesterday we went to Chinatown and walked out to the Seaport. I visited the office, which was really weird. It's like I just left yesterday, unless you see the date on the calendar. My note about emptying the fridge is still there. I do miss it. The energy, the commute, the chair. And still the numbers rise and the virus locks us up. I heard a post-apocalyptic story by Gardiner Dozois this morning and it feels like that here. We've got the food we had before the flood and we're slowly using it. We've got these old clothes we bought in the before times and we just wear them out. There's no future state. No events. We're suspended in an amber bubble.
Porchfest was Saturday and I found that I just couldn't face it. I remembered about the band and how it hurt my feelings and I have no margin left for that kind of stress. Then it got worse and I didn't even want to be in Brookline, since there were so many people walking around. I enjoyed reading lazily all morning, The Book of Accidents, then went to Kendrick in the afternoon. At night we went to Hops and Scotch and sat on the street, which was lovely. I had a Queen Mum scotch cocktail and we both had sparkling wine. It felt like a real night out.
Tonight starts Sukkot and I'm going to try and make it festive. We're going to See People this week. Not sure I'm ready, but if I don't I can easily slip away.
Yesterday we went to Chinatown and walked out to the Seaport. I visited the office, which was really weird. It's like I just left yesterday, unless you see the date on the calendar. My note about emptying the fridge is still there. I do miss it. The energy, the commute, the chair. And still the numbers rise and the virus locks us up. I heard a post-apocalyptic story by Gardiner Dozois this morning and it feels like that here. We've got the food we had before the flood and we're slowly using it. We've got these old clothes we bought in the before times and we just wear them out. There's no future state. No events. We're suspended in an amber bubble.
Porchfest was Saturday and I found that I just couldn't face it. I remembered about the band and how it hurt my feelings and I have no margin left for that kind of stress. Then it got worse and I didn't even want to be in Brookline, since there were so many people walking around. I enjoyed reading lazily all morning, The Book of Accidents, then went to Kendrick in the afternoon. At night we went to Hops and Scotch and sat on the street, which was lovely. I had a Queen Mum scotch cocktail and we both had sparkling wine. It felt like a real night out.
Tonight starts Sukkot and I'm going to try and make it festive. We're going to See People this week. Not sure I'm ready, but if I don't I can easily slip away.
