The sun has risen and set on this household twenty times since this whole thing has started.
It feels like yesterday was ten, and the day before I was celebrating my friend Nolan’s birthday at Little Fleet.
But in reality, I haven’t been able to see people now in almost three weeks to the day.
Well, let’s be honest. I’ve still seen people here and there. From my car windshield and through house windows.
My friend John even dropped off some flour for me at my front door, and I gave him a brownie that I had baked, wrapped in a napkin signed with a heart.
That last part isn’t entirely true. The brownie part is. But the rest of it isn’t.
It’s a give and take in this blog, really.
And if you don’t understand what I’m talking about, that’s my fault.
Unless it’s yours?
I don’t have anything to say today.
Less than yesterday.
I’ve been watching a lot of old Saturday Night Live, lately.
It’s reminds me of early high-school.
That’s where I’m at.
Hope you’re well.