As the days wear on, I look forward, most, to coffee and cocktails. In the morning, to awake, slip downstairs and make coffee is becoming a reason to go to sleep. I continue to wake earlier than usual, so the soft candle light and soft music pronounce a welcome start to an unknown day. I mean, what will occur? I make a list the night before and hope to follow it, but without time limitations or a rushed mind, I ponder what daily changes the virus may impose. Today, after coffee, Christine did her phone conferences, while I went to find a part for our old chainsaw. Procured and placed, the saw worked. Then, I ate lunch. After pacing a little, I finally traveled upstairs to view the bay and work on a new novel. But after getting stuck on a character issue, I went to Lowe’s and got mulch. Three trips and forty bags later, I was spreading the triple shred brown garden gorp and realized much of it was frozen. Frozen! Like, chunked brown ice. So after an hour of spreading – we have large gardens – I stopped. Time for a cocktail. Terry Gross was done, NPR was moving to “All Things Considered” and that’s the signal for cocktails. My day is essentially done. Now it’s time to make dinner, converse with my wife, and saunter into the evening. It’s that simple. I look forward to coffee in the morning.