Stacked

Writer’s block would be justified in these times when I am staying inside or in my yard like an obedient child except for two walks, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, the space between filled by more deaths, people who took their last walk a few weeks ago not knowing it would be their last and not caring, thinking that they had forever, which is something I used to think, not anymore, everything could fall apart, evaporate, incinerate tomorrow or not, there is no way of knowing, so best to think of pancakes in the morning with butter and syrup with some bacon and very hot coffee, and settle in to watch the latest numbers and be glad to be uncounted, for the time being.