All this peace and quiet is about to put me into a permanent snooze. There was a flurry of activity this morning …a bartender moving bottles around …some very enormous males bringing the broken, hopefully now fixed, piano back. Maybe it’s a sign… that this new status quo is about to be flung out the back door with the trash. Paws crossed. Never in this lifetime did I think I’d be wanting a little commotion, but frankly, I’m bored beyond death.
I think I’ll make a toast tonight… to a healthy tomorrow… and a bunch of humans resuming their social lives soon. I’ll make it every night until it happens and pray there’s something left here for them to drink when it does. Cheers!