Epidemic Ennui

I’m starting to hear the pitter-patter of little Covid feet again. People I have met, and know by name, now. The school at the end of the block.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen anyone who looked like they were having a good time with it. The guy in the hazmat suit hasn’t reappeared, and neither has the one in the plague doctor costume. I kinda… miss them?

The novelty is wearing off.

Maybe I need to get out the pencils and crayons and paint something. (Like a parrot?)

Maybe I need to take up packrafting, and paddle my way to a secluded desert island.

I don’t know.

But as of this blog post, August will be my first perfect blogging month. I’ve posted on schedule every time I was supposed to. And I’m going to call that my accomplishment for the day.

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