Well, the rest of my planned travel just got cancelled, production is seizing up everywhere, and our Wednesday night restaurant just closed for the week. I’m trying not to put more talk about this thing into the feeds, because I am extremely privileged and disappointments, sadnesses and annoyances are really not the worst other people are feeling. But, damn, it’s getting weird, right? Of course, as a professional writer, self-isolation is pretty much my standard day. But I could really do without the extra stress and sleep deprivation. Again: not the worst.
Inbox 27, because everything’s going nuts. I’m about to turn off most of my feeds, put a film on the big screen, put some new music on, and go into some deep work. After I walk into town to see if it’s gone fully 28 DAYS LATER. Let’s hope people aren’t hoarding wine.