At the end of July I posted about how it was Groundhog Day #140, a reference to the movie "Groundhog Day" with Bill Murray.
For me, today is Groundhog Day #280. So what's new? Nothing. Not a damned thing. That's why it's like Groundhog Day: the same thing, day after day. I have a little weather station on my wall that tells me what day of the week it is so I know what meetings I'm supposed to virtually attend.
I've been to my office once, to pick up a new laptop computer for use in my home office. The place looks a bit like the photos I've seen of Chernobyl. Clearly people used to go there, and there are remnants of their presence, but it looks like it was abandoned on short notice. The plants some people kept in their offices have withered and died from lack of water. A sad sight.
On the bright side, I remain healthy. None of my close friends have been infected; one or two acquaintances have tested positive but none have died. I still receive weekly notices of virtual ballet classes (and even some limited in-person classes) but thus far I'm still a drop-out. Maybe next summer.
