Quiet night. Cold front has us all down, low, homebodied, sheltered in place. Chat is quiet. Phone is quiet. Internet is quiet. Been home all day, restless evening, nothing doing. I get stir-crazy like this and don’t feel like life is lived right if I’m home alone all day, and them old feelings come raging …
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Munificence
I’ve been in sequestration for long enough, my paranoia is finding new forms. My faith in the munificence of others is diminished, and my distrust and unease is growing. For those of us observing shelter-in-place, we’ve been unplugging from the world and losing touch with how things are going out there. We usually rely on …