Clouds and

At the moment, I’m fine. Well, that may be an exaggeration, but I’m okay. Really.

I opted to self isolate by choice. Meals are delivered quickly and nutritiously.

My apartment is well equipped and well stocked with items of choice, Perrier water with lime, naval oranges, and a comfortable supply of bologna.

My phone is nearby, and both my computer and iPad are working well.

I cannot count the books in my Kindle library, or tell you how high the mound of paper on my desktop is.

I have ample or little to occupy my time, strictly my choice. There is no excuse for anxiety.

That was until the latest news flash regarding our current health crisis.

We are now being warned about the possibility of the internet breaking down or failing.

Well there goes my equilibrium

The plan I had for evening solace included watching Little Women, the latest episodes of Blood, and most likely, 1917. Hunters and Zerozerozero succeeded this week in blocking the Coronavirus from mind for several days. I really want to watch Motherless Brooklyn a second time, too.

Of course, I could always add to that viewing list, or so I believed until today.

If the dire projection is valid and becomes reality, I fear my calm, cool exterior may depart also.

How many cakes can I bake. Realistically, how many can I eat without waddling?

I dispensed with my library of hard covers when I relocated? What can I read......perhaps the telephone directory might come in handy. Time will tell.

Ah, and I thought I was doing so well. Still, how dare I complain when my refrigerator is full and help is but a mere phone call away.

And, who knows, perhaps the best sedative might prove to be abstinence from the news flashes and dire predictions.

Every cloud does have a silver lining, or so I once was told. And what I still believe.