I keep thinking about Ursula K. Le Guin’s Always Coming Home as our modern economic system staggers.
The dude seems to be fully recovered, by the way.
Took an hour-and-a-half walk yesterday past the quarantine/recovery structures they’re building on the soccer fields, and an hour walk today past the kids’ next-year schools.
Look, I know we’re in the middle of a shitty self-inflicted apocalypse, but it was a minor revelation today when I realized how many fewer airplanes were flying over our house.
Just got the grocery delivery, and apparently we’re hoarding unsalted butter. Note this for when you find our obese corpses after the apocalypse.
The dude seems to be doing fine, so far.