Still here.
Woke to the sound of chuh, chuh, chuh this morning. Was deep in sleep and thought I was dreaming. Got out of bed and turned up the sash to see my neighbor chipping ice from the windshield of his wife’s car. Came up with a description of them a long time ago: full half-assed. They never cease to live up.
Got in more good work at the keyboard, thought the output wasn’t as prodigious as yesterday’s. No complaints. Just happy to be here, writing. It’s gonna be day-to-day for a long time, I’m afraid, but I’m ready for it. Turns out all those summers in Wyoming, huddled in a tent during a three day rain, are paying off.
Grocery stores are still crazy. Paper shelves empty, chip shelves running over.
Bratwurst tonight. Chips? You bet.