1) Four months and two days of quarantine. Some days I feel like this horrible dream will never end; we will never wake up again.
2) Massachusetts begins Phase 3 of reopening on Monday - hurrah! But I am still not inclined to rush about willy nilly. I’ve been so good about going out only twice a week, if that: Saturday mornings to the supermarket, and once during the week to Centre Street for errands. Now suddenly I’ll have to be out three days in a row: pharmacy this afternoon back at ye Instytytte, which I will try to combine with a supermarket trip, Centre Street errands Friday (read: liquor store), and now Saturday morning, Independence Day, off to ye Heaumeau Depeau to finalize my new kitchen cabinetry, counters, and appliances.
3) In ordinary times it would be SO AWESOME to have July 4 on a Saturday, but frankly, I will be Perfectly Happy staying at home drinking something appropriate and watching . . . oh, I don’t know, political thrillers like Advise and Consent, The Manchurian Candidate, and Seven Days in May.