From Here: Passenger
Well, I know there’s pain and suffering You can feel the tension in the air But they can see the stars shine in Beijing Hear the birds’ song in Times Square But I know you’re feeling insecure From all these changes that come to pass But the sky is blue in Singapore And they can smell the ocean in Belfast Don’t get me wrong This ain’t no happy song And there’s nothing you can hold onto For now But when you’re feeling low, my dear Just know the water’s crystal clear And the fish are swimming In the Venice Canals Well, I know there’s heartbreak and sorrow And I know there’s really nothing I can say We’ll be closer tomorrow, in the end of all this Than we are today So watch the sunset from your window Hear the rain fall on the ground Tell your loved ones that you love them And miss the ones that aren’t around Don’t get me wrong This ain’t no happy song And there’s nothing much you can hold onto For now When you’re feeling low, my dear Just know the water’s crystal clear And the fish are swimming In the Venice Canals
Some interesting podcasts about ‘Our Plague Year’ as these authors are calling it.
Some possibly helpful articles:
And an interesting article about the food supply:
I think that’s it for now. So much info out there. Tons of vids on youtube. No need to be bored, for sure.
Miss G and I had a very good day yesterday, I had a not so good night, and today we are both in kind of the blahs. My friends Tess and Ed came for the grocery/mail-trash/check hand-off. Such good friends How fortunate am I? Unfortunately for Gertrude, I shut her in the bedroom, because getting into the hall is not a good thing, so Ed did not get to see her. He only recently discovered he is a cat person, thank you Miss G. LOLOL Everything I wanted was in the store, so that was good. It was just a few things, but necessaries. Got some yeast and some flour so I can bake my own bread if need be Also found a lot of vids about making your own starter, which I have done many years ago.
I miss Tess. We always have fun, no matter what we do. We used to play computer games a lot, but not so much any more. Now we usually go out and about. I miss that, too. Email and the occasional phone chat are nice, but not the same. My daughters are emailing me a lot more than ever before, so that’s nice, too. Mainly, Miss G and I just hang and play weasel on a string a lot. I tried other toys, but the weasel is our favorite. My arm does not love it, however
Hope you all are keeping safe, assuming anyone is actually reading this. Tess made me a mask, so when I have to go downstairs to grab Amazon packages, I am good. 🙂
strangely peculiar 