375 back in the house


We did it.


It felt weird for about the first ten minutes. Then I forgot all about it.

We partied without masks.

 Well, if you can call passing out on someone else's couch at 9pm "partying," we did.

Our hosts are both fully vacced. One actually had Covid, last June. We've both had our first jabs.

Were we supposed to do it? Not exactly. 


Were we safe? I guess we'll find out. I think so. Our basic logic went, "they're not going to catch it from us, and we're not going to catch it from them, so the worst thing that might happen is we'll be sick because we were sick already, and since neither one of us felt remotely close to sick..."

Well, we did it. 4 hours. Indoors. No masks.

I would say it was a revolution, but really, it just felt a little awkward, like noticing how much we spit when we talk, and then it felt like, "where did a year go?" And then it felt normal.

Although we all agreed that we will miss the quiet.

Also, it looks like I'm flying in June to Deb's brother's graduation. And probably to Boston sometime after that. 

Unless something else happens. 

NFT meet Fnnch

Back to that rant about lawns and suburbia and alienation.

Researchers worked with weevils. Free range, they eat each other. But confined together, after ten generations, they learn to look after each other instead of cannabalism.

So, basically, the suburbs, by moving us apart, turn us into cannibals, looking to take each other out, instead of build a society.

Just like Margaret Thatcher.

There may have even been hugging. Keep it going, hug someone in your bubble today.

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