The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Another sunny day here in southern California. I don't miss the rain but I do miss the cool days and meandering clouds. I'll have to check the calendar but I think this is day 2,391 of our self-quarantine-shelter-in-place-stay-at-home-wash-your-hands-binge-Netflix regimen. I've been well behaved during this time and occasionally reward myself with ice cream. I now feel a competition, a conflict, within myself to continue this conduct until the end (whatever 'end' should mean) and limit myself to what I can do through the simple act of walking about in La Mesa. Katherine and Kristin have performed generous acts of heroism in keeping food, drink, and entertainment in the house and I'm supremely grateful for that. Oh, I have started my car a few times over the last 2,391 days just to ensure myself it remembers how to perform internal combustion but I've not advanced the tires a single inch. For some bizarre, virus inspired reason, I'm proud of that.