Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Roof Time

My life quarantined in my apartment is sort of like living on the space station. I get groceries delivered on occasion which is my only interaction with other people. I never do restaurant deliveries because I don't trust food that someone else cooked. I rock the Peloton every day as pretty much my only source of exercise.

Watching airlines try to convince people that it's safe to fly has been both a sad and amusing experience.

As I assume I would die or get scurvy or something if I didn't get occasional sunlight, we crawl through the window in our living room to get on top of the building next door.

Luckily we have a pretty decent view, because it now comprises my only interaction with the world around me.

The dog park outside has become like the tv channel I watch most.

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