It Will Destroy Much of What We Loved

Lots more cooking and dishes. Lots less driving, restaurants, cafes. No Saturday night spa night, no daily gym, no daily fresh meat and vegetable shopping for dinner — eating a lot more frozen/canned/boxed to make fewer shopping trips.

I moved a comfy chair into my office, originally for the high school sophomore but I find I take my iPad to it to do reading and writing (and less formal videoconference). 

Currently, we’re reading 

I’d normally be reading a lot of P. G. Wodehouse.

Vastly different. Like a forest fire, it will destroy much of what we loved — people, places, things — and leave us with sorrow and mourning and bare ground. I’ll be surprised if half my regular restaurants, cafes, music venues will survive. But from the charred ground, all-new things will grow