Day 41 of Staying the Fuck Inside

Noah.

Moses.

Jesus.

40 days??

Pah.

Forgive my blasphemy. It’s what I do.

I remember a week or two ago (who the fuck really knows, anymore?) mentioning to Amanda that I missed leaves. The trees were still bare. Spring seemed a little late, but time has gotten wonky, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.

I just looked outside, and either they all came out overnight, or time has indeed gotten wonky. And, of course, we have a crow keeping an eye on us.

Wonder what the vineyards are doing.

I miss them.