Not going to even check the time.

How much longer until I should leave? At least another 4 hours.

Watching the sky come alive. Fog still low and milky. It looks like a painting.

I don’t want to go, but I also do.

I really do live in a beautiful place.

No one is wearing masks. No one.

“After the rain has fallen /After the tears have washed your eyes / You'll find that I've taken nothing, that / Love can't replace in the blink of an eye / After the thunder's spoken, and / After the lightning bolt's been hurled / After the dream is broken, there'll / Still be love in the world'“ - “After the Rain Has Fallen”, Sting

Only one pound of chicken thighs came, not three. Golden Harvest it is.

“My Sloppy Joe is all sloppy, no Joe!” “My Kung Pao Chicken is all Kung Pao, no chicken!”

So much giggling. Genuine joy.