Yesterday, I had a brief appointment — nothing serious — with a doctor in Beverly Hills. I could have postponed it but I kinda liked the idea of getting out of the house for a bit…and unless I want to go to a market, which I don't, I really have nowhere else to go and doctor visits are a legit reason to be out. So I got dressed, went out and got in my car…and the battery was dead.
I'll deal with that in a few days when the rains are over. Instead, I called an Uber and during the ride, I was somewhat amazed at two things. One was how empty the streets were. The other was that only about half of the folks I saw on the sidewalks were masked. Most of 'em weren't really near anyone else but at some point, they might have been.
Everyone at the doctor's office had nose and mouth properly shielded — nurses, receptionists, other patients, the doctor himself and me. I was in and out in about ten minutes. If I'd driven, I was going to come home by way of the drive-thru at Pollo Loco but since I had to Uber home, I came straight back here, got back into my jammies and spent the day working on material for Volume 7 of Pogo: The Complete Daily & Sunday Comic Strips. Boy, there's some good stuff in this volume.
Otherwise, the isolation goes on. It's getting to feel like the norm and that's not necessarily a good thing.