The fog came in during the night.  I go outside and water, commune with plants and trees.  Cicero wrote that “If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.”  

I have both and yet I read the news and weep.

I had a medical appointment yesterday and was by the bay at low tide.  I thought that’s where we are right now, low tide.  Normally the area is bustling with people and there’s no place to park.  Yesterday was eerily empty.  I wore my mask, sanitized my hands, and my temperature was taken: normal.

That’s good and yet nothing feels normal these days.