AMEN—AND KEEP THAT FUNNY BONE AWAKE! 🙂
New York, to put it mildly, is a minefield of worry.
My doormen now all wear gloves, so they look like nervous, though still very polite, penguins.
My halls are empty. Even Patrick the cat is layin’ low.
He should only know I ran into a mouse in the basement, and was rather happy to see him, and no, we didn’t shake hands. He, like everyone else, was stocking up on supplies.
I’m maintaining my composure, pretending it’s a really bad movie I’m in, waiting to hear…
CUT…PRINT…IT’S A WRAP!
Yes, the writer still writes, no matter what. So what if the world is going to hell in a hand basket lined with Saran Wrap.
What are my plans?
Staying in the moment, as we 12 Steppers try to do.
I’ll get up, make the bed, spray it with Lysol (unscented), then brush my teeth before heading out…
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