Of course I am home, doing nothing. I really should be working on my book proposal today, but I didn’t and I’m going to have to let that go for now. Live to fight another day. Like tomorrow.
But I feel good about staying in. A friend, who is a medical examiner, posts a lot of COVID news and reactions, and his latest post about the new strain properly scared me. I’ve been good about following all the guidelines, but we’re all going to have to do even better. And a high school friend of mine just died, on December 22. He lived in Colorado, so I’ve been thinking more about the new strain (it has shown up in Colorado). His name was John Arnold, sweetest guy in the world. We spoke on the phone a couple of months ago, he was helping me understand some concepts I needed to learn about to write this proposal. And now he’s dead. While the president golfs. Fucking fuck.
I was in Chinatown recently, getting new lenses for all my glasses (best prices are in Chinatown). The streets are always famously packed, but when I took a long walk through Chinatown a few months ago it wasn’t like this. People have been getting lax. Not so much lax really, I think, as weary. But we need to go back to being super vigilant again. I was very happy this day in Chinatown. The new lenses in all my glasses made the world sharp and bright again. All was well. Ish.