This was made to be the perfect spring day. It was so nice outside today.

You can step outside, maybe go for a walk at a safe distance from everyone.
You can try to forget for a brief period of time what is going on in the world.

Is there a way of numbering the COVID days? Let’s say that this is day 4. We’ll start the numbering with Monday of this week, though that’s not quite accurate. It’s been longer than that already.

I sat by myself yesterday, safely distanced from others in Stanley Park and the sun was on my face and something in the world seemed perfect. But then a woman came up to me (too close for these days) and asked quite loudly, “Do you have a bike pump?” I didn’t have a bike pump, I use C02 canisters if I get a flat. I told her. I said sorry. What I had wouldn’t fit on her tire.
She didn’t have a flat. She just thought her tire was a bit spongy.

They’re closing the bars on St. Patrick’s Day. These are truly unprecedented times. Jen said to me a couple of days ago, “I bet that one of the most used expressions in the world right now is, ‘They are saying that …’”. “They”, the government, the experts, the health officers, “they”.

We are living history now. This is how all those memoirs sound, lots of “theys”.

Just about everyone is shaky. We don’t know how much this will cost. We don’t know how much suffering will be occasioned. If ever, though, there was a moment of “we are all in this together”, this is it. We may have to social distance (that’s verb now), but we will find ways to come together.

When the ground seems unstable, when what used to be certain is uncertain now, well then, you can become shaky. But if you can, find your legs again.