Violin class endures.
New worry: People who are now desperate for COVID-19 drugs are latching on to the teeny-tiny, unproven possibility that hydroxychloroquine might help, so it’s going to be snatched up.
My wife depends on that drug for other health issues.
I picked up leaves for a few hours today and met the agony of defeat. Mostly the left foot, but they both hurt. And there are still endless effing leaves out there.
“Hey, Siri, play some melancholy music.”
“Okay… I hope you’re feeling okay.”
Aww, thanks Siri.
So glad to have done the final snow-blowing of the season. Again.