We have all our mail through this past Thursday. I baked bread the next day. We’re still getting our early walks, but there are unfamiliar people and dogs on the beach today. Yesterday the gale force wind was desperately chilling in the morning. Today is mild. So. Walking, baking, writing, and staying safe.
This morning I drank a glass of milk with my toast, but yesterday, 445 Americans died of covid19. On the Saturday before there were 63 dead. The Saturday before that there were 7, and the week before on Saturday, just 3. We better listen when Fauci warns there could be 100 to 200 thousand dead is a few months.
I am thawing chilis for soup later. We are managing our isolation and keeping busy. We both miss salad.
My fable fizzled—too depressing—but I am writing.
Anyone do better than I did? Please comment below.
Tomorrow I will post a nonfiction writing assignment and then a revision strategy later in the week.