When the sun returns we’ll feel differently, but for the moment it’s like we’ve fallen into the pages of someone else’s unfinished novel. Our lovely week of rain has softened this unfamiliar oddity of mandatory hooky. We have new struggles, like remembering the Hulu passcode so we can watch Contagion.
We rediscover guilty pleasures and then realize our schedules overlap a bit too completely. I predict a spike in births around Christmas. Also divorce petitions.
Flowers will soon riot across the Valley, and our pent up cabin fever will shake us from this sheep-like submission to madness.
In the meantime, we teach To Kill A Mockingbird from the safety of the bedroom.
We expel all members from LA Fitness until April 1st. Effective in five minutes.
We flatten the curve in Echo Park. Not so unreasonable. A happy middle ground.
Thank goodness someone is flouting shelter in place orders in San Francisco. Blessings be upon he who beta-tests.