Porthole

Finally got a hug

My friend Nick visited today (Saturday the 18th). It was great to see him and have a chat.

I asked for two hugs: for today and tomorrow.

We'll see whether it's enough. It had been too long without touch.

My energy's still low but I managed to write "April 18 poem--an article of clothing [40]"  and "Old Bob plants his garden [39] " .

I have a sneeze ... Temp: 99.4.

Every sniffle is suspect. I've been so careful.

I have nothing good to say about the pandemic and this American insanity. Wish I were in Taiwan around sane friendly people.

UPDATE: My aunt is okay. My sister called; my mother is still alive and kicking. I took a long walk and bought milk on the way back.

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