Well, the smoked maple bourbon made it through three weeks of social distancing. The booze wasn’t especially talkative, but it was sweet and endearing. A nice contrast to the icy cubes of daily news mixed in and melting away into a cacophony of sensationalism and armchair epidemiology.
I won’t be heading out to buy more bourbon any time soon, but that’s OK. I’ll do my part to flatten that curve. Besides, I don’t really want to wear a face mask.
Day 97 of 366