Quarantine

Quarantine, as in my present state of affairs. Well into my second month. Only leaving the house for grocery and the two or three days of restricted work. Life in my small studio apartment just gets smaller and smaller What makes it worse is that the cat thinks she rules the roost, leaving me no privacy. Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, well, except my closet.

I have been carving in wood. I’m on my fifth walking stick and one small end table. I have done numerous pencil sketches and very little writing. One of the reasons for that is all the hubbub with the coronavirus. It so consumes my thoughts, added to the past three, going on four years of bull shit, which I call DC Follies. Both sets of circumstances are closely linked dominating all my thoughts. It’s all I think about, it’s all I write about, and I am tired of it. I need to give it a rest…