Just a reminder that some things go on despite all our routines (and lives) that get shut down. I’m not forcing it or faking it. It came as big a surprise to me as it may have to anyone else that the trees are bushes and daffodils are still blooming right on time. Time itself passes despite what we may or may not be doing here on the hurtling rock and time is limited for each of us; it’s so limited that each of us has about a minute. We are as ephemeral as the flowers against the greater scheme of things. We’ve a lot in common. Time, if it were a person, would be that person in our lives that doesn’t spend a lot of time thinking about us. It doesn’t often (if ever) acknowledge are presence and it sure doesn’t lament our passing and absence.

It’s hard to say what this executive order from Albany is going to mean after 8pm tomorrow night. All that’s certain is that it’s going to put a lot of people, myself included, all that much closer to broke as fuck. Many people were already there and have been getting by though so we’ll see who gets by and who doesn’t. The fact remains though that most of us will. A small percentage will get the virus, or some other ailment. A smaller percentage of people will expire as a result of that. All of us are impacted though and many will be impacted profoundly.

If you hadn’t noticed I’m just rambling. It’s two-plus paragraphs of pseudo-intellectrual bullshit. I’m just passing time because there is little else to do at the moment. I’ll get something productive today. I already went to the grocer and got more rice and fish and toilet paper, etc. I’m just passing time.