Hamilton really is all that
Guess I don’t need to crash the frontier, on my way to Broadway. We’re test driving the Disney channel, and this afternoon my sonic space belongs to Hamilton. Really. I don’t have any stage skills, so the ability to sing hundred of pages of lyrical content is something I can only witness. Lin-Manuel is a GOD!
There is too much content to absorb in one sitting.
Earlier this afternoon, the dog barked. A lot. As if someone was at the front door. For the record, one of our foxes was sitting on the stoop. Comfortably. Should I put a water dish outside? Order up a fancy collar. I am convinced that if we leave the door ajar, a small woodland creature will move right in. Take up a vigil in front of the fridge, where eggs and cheese are found. Funny.
I should check my math, but a quick calculation shows that more than 310,000 people in the US have now died due to COVID-19. For something we were told was a hoax, and about to disappear (six months ago), that doesn’t make sense. Either the politicians were blowing smoke, or we’re in the middle of something really bad.
The logistics for someone planning to return to university next month are mind-bending. Trying to shoehorn two weeks of quarantine into the academic calendar requires a support team… and the average student is lucky to have a change of clothes and regular access to square meals. Hard to concentrate on assignments, when your food supply is threatened, and the odour levels are up.
