A litany of love
When we are afraid, may we be turned into love. When we are excruciatingly squirrelly, may we be turned into love. When the urge to dance to Pitbull’s song about coronavirus overcomes us,* may we be turned into love.
Forever loved: Splenda
In times of sadness, we search for sweetness. Good to know that sweetness is always searching for us, too.
Unglued
Bruce Springsteen is livestreaming from home today. I wonder how Ronnie is handling all of this. Frozen vegetables are hard to find. I should call my aunt. Grocery store workers never signed up to be society’s heroes, but here we are. I need to go switch the laundry.
Holey week
They say things are getting worse. They say things are going to get better, maybe even better than the “better” they said before. But none of them or us has the final say.
Keep on strollin’
In this distanced, digital time, scrolling can help. Scrolling can also hurt. But strolling — strolling is always a good idea.
Tipping the curve
I’m not talking about that curve. You’re already doing your best to flatten it like a foul, fetid pancake. I’m talking about the creature that breaks the curve for all others.
It’s still Friday
“Happy Friday.” It feels almost sacrilegious to say it. But I’m convinced the real sacrilege right now is not to say it.
Tara Talk guest post: Colorado quarantine edition
Hello, dear Tabby’s Place friends! It’s been too long.