Quarantine, Day 15

Huh? Apparently, I lost a day.  I could have gone out today, to do shopping at least!  Since I thought today was Thursday, though, I didn't.  Oh, well. 

Actually, I am a bit relieved.  I will go out first thing tomorrow - I can't let other people do my shopping forever, after all - but I find myself amazingly anxious about it.  Strange.  (I never used to be anxious about much of anything.)

So, there is bad news and good news.  The bad news is that I seem to be perfectly okay with being a total layabout.  I have just spent 14 days doing pretty much nothing and seeing pretty much nobody, and I seem to be okay with it.  The good news is that I can concentrate on reading.  It was not my concentration, it was the book.  So I put down Everyone Brave Will Be Forgiven (it will remain half finished, since I don't care enough about any of the characters) and picked up A Man Lay Dead, Ngaio Marsh's first Inspector Alleyn mystery - and finished it in less than a day!  There are two more in the collection, and several more interesting books in the pipeline, so stay tuned.

Otherwise, as to be expected, nothing new to report.  More pictures from my daily walk...

.....this is my patio....

.....and this is the view of my building....

.....this is a neighboring building, still part of the Tugboat Landing complex (I love that name....)

.....more examples of the hearts I mentioned the other day, to honour the essential services workers...

 

......and one of the (many) aforementioned tugboats...

I know I've shown you my place before, but for any newcomers....

This sits over my bed.  (I know, a glassed picture right over my bed.  In earthquake country.  Pretty dumb, right?).  For those of you who don't know, it is Fragonard's Girl Reading, which I did in needlepoint about 40 years ago.....

.....that old radio in the corner is a tube radio.  As a 7 year old boy, David heard the announcement of Pearl Harbor on the floor in front of it.  It is one of my prize possessions...

...and over the fireplace, another prize possessions, a tapestry woven by friend Barbara, which I have had for 45 years...

....looking out over my patio from the living room.....

....and the Murphy bed with your name on it, when all this isolation stuff is over.....

....and that's all for now.  Grocery shopping tomorrow.  I'll keep you posted.