One of the good things that happened on the night of my
cancelled comedy show was being featured in Bold Magazine (an on-line
publication). The timing felt special.
Yeah, they accidentally added an extra letter to my last name,
but it has
since been fixed in the magazine.
With all this having to stay home now, I should be using the
opportunity to do a LOT of work in my apartment. I’ve done some. I need to do so much more. When I do go through a pile, it feels
good. But in some ways, I’m in a rut, so
just getting started is the hardest part.
I can’t even hug my best friend. However, it would be much worse if we
had the
virus. So I’m trying to remain
grateful. I’m trying to think
positively. It’s fuckin’ hard. I pray my son is taking this seriously and
doing all the precautionary stuff.
Luckily, I have an internet connection from home, and though I’m
behind
on my bill, I haven’t been shut down.
I’m part of an on-line poetry group, Brevitas, that normally shares
short poems at the beginning and middle of the month. They made an exception and added another cycle
to send a poem having to do with the coronavirus crisis. I must’ve felt the need because I was the
first person to send something. You can
see it here.
It’s gotten to the point where I look forward to taking out
the garbage.
That’s essential, so I’m
allowed. We (the tenants in my building)
have to go outside to get rid of it, so I get to go out!
