Over the moon in Morning Stream

  • May 22, 2020, 6:43 a.m.
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The parking lot at the uptown mall is 25% full, fuller than it was two weeks ago, but nowhere near capacity as it, in regular times, is. As things suddenly get back to normal, suddenly but not quickly, and not normal normal, but new normal with mask wearing, painted footsteps on sidewalks and in shops and with recurrent hand washing and sterilizing, as things get back to novel normality, I think back nostalgically and with appreciation of the serious sitting around I did in the previous ten weeks.

If it wasn’t for the boxes of wine delivered to my doorstep and the newly opened High Street cannabis shop, I might have actually gotten something done. But no, I was killing off a lot of neutrons, neurones or whatever man, blissfully floating above the earth. Planet earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do. I stay up late and I sleep in later. The idle life is ideal for me.

To be fair, I haven’t been a complete slug. I’ve chipped away at a couple of work projects and a couple of gardening projects. I learned to cook a couple of new things, and most importantly I’ve gained new perspective on life on earth…


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