House Arrest

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Nothing is normal anymore. So there’s no reason I should expect it to be.

But normally, I wake up very early on Saturday morning, and I’ll toss the dogs in the car, drive off to some coffee shop (the dogs enjoy the windows down), and settle myself in there for some writing. That’s partly where posts come from.

Such simple luxuries don’t exist for now. I have a relative abundance of time, thanks to the market being closed, but nothing but starting scraps in the hopper. So I need to get to work. It’s just a lot more fun if I’ve got a chai in front of me, and the murmuring of strangers close by. Not to worry. I’ll get it done.