In times of sadness, we search for sweetness. Good to know that sweetness is always searching for us, too.
Bruce Springsteen is livestreaming from home today. I wonder how Ronnie is handling all of this. Frozen vegetables are hard to find. I should call my aunt. Grocery store workers never signed up to be society’s heroes, but here we are. I need to go switch the laundry.
They say things are getting worse. They say things are going to get better, maybe even better than the “better” they said before. But none of them or us has the final say.
In this distanced, digital time, scrolling can help. Scrolling can also hurt. But strolling — strolling is always a good idea.
I’m not talking about that curve. You’re already doing your best to flatten it like a foul, fetid pancake. I’m talking about the creature that breaks the curve for all others.
“Happy Friday.” It feels almost sacrilegious to say it. But I’m convinced the real sacrilege right now is not to say it.
Hello, dear Tabby’s Place friends! It’s been too long.
We have met the fools, and the fools are us. Which, incidentally, would be a great name for a new store to occupy the old Toys ‘R Us locations.
Call the New York Times. I have a hot news tip. It seems not every day is going to be the same.