It’s a little past 2 in the morning, I can’t sleep and I made a haphazard vodka cranberry drink to keep me company. I still have more than half the laptop’s battery charge so I should be good for a little more thoughts before I need to either lug this 17-inch monstrosity back upstairs or try to untangle its power cord from the veritable web of cables and chargers in our room and bring it down here to the kitchen. Yey, me.
These past coupla days have been hard. With this covid situation, it’s still not a good idea to go out and about. Not that I can really go out in the first place, since I have nowhere to go anyway. Sucks either way. So far the best thing I’ve found is sitting on the back deck with my Kindle and a huge cup of coffee. With the birds chirping in the background and the wind-chimes singing in the cool breeze, I can almost pretend that I have some semblance of peace and freedom. Almost.