Shelter in Place: Day 59

Day 59 and feeling fine.

My new hit single. About to top the charts.

What can I tell you about today? All these days last eternities now, have you noticed? And simultaneously they pass without demarcation. It’s Friday I’ve heard. That’s the word on the street.

This morning I was frustrated. I read “Wise Blood” by Flannery O’Connor and did not like it one bit. I’ve read some of her short stories, and I liked those better. But I get the sinking feeling now that her stories are not my cup of tea. This may be enough evidence to get me kicked out of my MFA program, but so be it. I think I’m tired of reading dissipated stories about dissipated white men doing degrading things to themselves and others. I don’t want to read any more of those stories. Even if they are well and interestingly written.

That’s probably too long a tirade for right now.

But on a related note, I am beginning to feel that my sense of playfulness is returning. It is not here yet, but I think I can faintly see it off in the distance. I forget sometimes when I’m locked up in my brain for hours on end that I have a really killer sense of humor.

And I go on a lot of wacky adventures. Like my kite-flying days in high school. Or my kiwi hat in college. Or my many, many costumes in post-college life. Convincing my boss that there was such a thing as “Hamburger Friday”. Making and wearing birthday crowns for people’s birthdays.

I know I’m forgetting other adventures I’ve gone on. Oh that one time I just said, “Let’s go to Reno” and then we went to Reno. That was really fun.

I don’t know. I’m beginning to think, almost 60 days into this pandemic, that maybe that goofy adventurous side of myself hasn’t died after all. Maybe it’s just in hibernation. Waiting for the right time to stick up its head much like my favorite psychic rodent friend, Punxsutawney Phil.

There are good things coming down the road. I am sure of it.

All the love,


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