I glance at both chairs and both working stations, but ignore both. Neither is as appealing as remaining seated on my couch dressed in Calvin Klein boy short panties, bootleg black long-sleeve souvenir t-shirt that I bought at a tailgating party for $5, and my green silk headwrap. Bright green tie-dyed socks are on my feet. It’s a bit chilly in my apartment, though not chilly enough to put on pants.
Today, I took a short walk around my neighborhood. It was a short jaunt, no more than three streets over before I banged a right, walked down that block, paralleled my steps to return to my home block. I walked a steady clip and was out for barely half an hour, but it felt good. It was the longest I had been outside in weeks since this pandemic, shelter-in-place, self-quarantine, social distancing madness began. The last time I had been […]