In the Time of Corona Diary
The owls have come out to hoot around our house today. This is the first time I heard them clearly since last spring.
This morning, I wrote about the time in which my grandfather used to have a saloon in his house with accordion-style doors. Once, when I was six, I snuck a taste of whisky in an amber-hued bottle. It tasted like cherry cough syrup to me.
The school I teach at is closed for who-knows-how-long. I’m going to miss the little ram topiary that watches over the library. I’m an Aries, too.