No masks for the allies
I have fond memories of a wall calendar that I used to have around. One of those that had been repurposed, from its original place in a bank, and that had to be adjusted manually on a daily basis; move the appropriate number and “day of the week” placards into view. You see, something like that tends to improve focus. Right now, many among us are incapable of telling someone else what day it is. Not our fault. With the requirement to stay inside and avoid the near occasions of social interaction, we don’t have to align our actions with such civilized ideas as “it is Friday, yet?”. What will happen, when order is restored, should be interesting.
I did try, for a second time, to push compressed gas into a pony bottle. Unlike my first time, this was not exactly a success. I think my refillable bottle might be faulty. This is one of those things that gets returned for refund, and if there’s a problem, the vendor simply sends it back to home base. I don’t have that possibility, unless I want to pay for a recharge (I don’t). Tomorrow, I’ll have another go at it, and if my stars are aligned, I’ll make it work. Or not.
The message from on high keeps changing. We are now unsure if wearing a mask will become the social norm, particularly since the US has suddenly closed shop. A national defence act, to prevent dust masks from entering the trade stream? Who saw that coming? The pundits are suggesting that a thick scarf will be a suitable replacement.