I’m glad the Senate passed the $2 trillion coronavirus emergency funding, and I look forward to getting my check from the government. I’m glad that hospitals and emergency workers will get funding to buy ventilators and supplies, and I’m even glad that some corporations will get bail-outs because I’m a realist and I knew that there had to be some gimmes to make it happen. The hard truth is that even at that stunning price tag, it’s going to last about three months before they’re going to have to do more. But, as Scarlett O’Hara once noted, tomorrow is another day.
As for me, I’ve been sheltering at home. I’m stocked up well on groceries, and I haven’t driven since Tuesday, saving on gas. I’ve caught up on “Schitt’s Creek” (highly recommended), and the crossword puzzles are diverting. I was cleaning up my computer files and came across a play I started writing in 2009. or at least that was the last time I worked on it. It was nine pages, and I don’t remember why I stopped. So yesterday morning I picked up where I left off, and by last night I had written another fifteen pages, and I hope to get to the point where I can write END OF PLAY by this weekend.
The new play takes place on a stretch of road in eastern New Mexico, so here’s a bit of relaxation therapy to help you take a moment and enjoy the beauty of the open sky and spaces.
How are you doing?