165 days of barely leaving my house…and I'm not sure we're even near the halfway mark in this. The big hardship on me is not directly on me. It's watching and listening to what all this sickness and shutdown is doing to others. I'm used to staying home and writing all day. This, as many of us including mobsters say, is the life we choose. But no one chooses viruses, deaths, financial collapse, massive unemployment, businesses closing…
Gee, I wish I'd bought stock in Zoom.
It's pretty danged hot in California lately, especially in portions of it that are on fire. I'm nowhere near those portions so I guess I shouldn't complain about the heat…or anything. Lydia and Murphy don't like it and if I were covered in fur, I wouldn't either. Lydia has found a place behind the garage that I guess is as comfy as any. When she hears me on the back porch, she sprints out from there, I feed her and she heads back to, I suppose, sleep. I think Murphy has her own such spot some distance away. When the sun goes down, she's out on the back porch demanding vittles which I obediently supply.