Violin class endures.
I am getting a lot of mileage these days out of my “wife has made it clear that the stains are too visible for wearing out in public but they are very, very comfortable” shirts.
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.
Never change, Caribou Coffee Parking Lot.