Tuesday, June 23, 2020

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At dusk, a small bird drinks from the bird bath I bought in the Spring.

I haven't been lonely during this social distancing even though I live alone. But I felt something like it tonight.

I went out to eat at a just re-opened restaurant at around 7:30 pm on my way home from work. The masked waitress handed me a photocopied paper menu, stood at a safe distance, and told me I was only the third customer of the night.

I ate my meal looking out the window at the empty parking lot. Only after I'd finished (in about seven minutes) did I realize I had not gotten the meal I'd ordered.

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