Somebody planted a bunch of little flags in our front yard overnight.

Walked down to Mom’s to give her a face mask that Meghan sewed. Got more steps than any day since [checking notes] last August.

Gave myself a buzz cut, with help/cleanup from Meghan. My hair hadn’t been this long since my long walk.

Tonight’s kitchen victory: the dude’s reaction to his first ever chili dog.

I’ve started writing my long walk journal, a mere three years later. I’m averaging about one day written up per day I spend writing, but I’m not writing every day, so I don’t expect it to be done before, oh, the end of summer or so.

Last night, I helped Meghan make a face mask for me. I’m still not cleared for sewing machine duty.

Tonight’s other kitchen victory: Meghan made herself and me each a mezzo e mezzo (“half and half”): half bourbon, half Amaro Amarino from local Letterpress Distilling. (They ship, or deliver locally.) (Thanks for the tip, Amy.)

Tonight’s kitchen victory: risotto that the bambina liked.

Tried to sew a cloth face mask, but my sewing was bad when I last tried about 35 years ago, and I’ve never used a sewing machine before. I’ll try again tomorrow.

Finally writing up my long walk (three years ago now!). Good memories.

Did some yardening with Meghan.

Yesterday’s kitchen victory: killing that damn fruit fly.

More anxiety dreams about disease. I don’t feel like I’m too stressed overall, but at the very least my dreams are blowing off some steam.

Tonight’s kitchen victory: gougères with pancetta and sage.

I keep thinking about Ursula K. Le Guin’s Always Coming Home as our modern economic system staggers.