Proof of constitutional.
Proof of constitutional.
All physical and psychological resources are at an extreme low point, and that was before the construction barrage from next door. I suppose I’m not at my limit but I’m far enough out to be thinking about where that limit is, exactly.
I ran into some of St. Johns’ more obscure and hidden urban wildlife during a walk around downtown this afternoon.
A view of downtown St. Johns during a Sunday afternoon during a Spring pandemic walkabout.
Three dormant storefronts on the main drag in downtown St. Johns, although one of them was in the slow process of becoming a coffeeshop (after getting flooded out of their location nearby) when the pandemic hit.
More from today’s pandemic walk around downtown St. Johns while listening to Olivia Cornell & the Precious’ “Filthy Things”.
Looking out and across the St. Johns Bridge toward Forest Park and the world beyond during a Sunday walk through a Spring pandemic afternoon.
Today’s stay-at-home, social distancing “outing” on my tiny front landing, with book and coffee.
Meru models the iPhone 11’s ability to properly get Portrait Mode photos of housecats.
This morning I took the clippers and the 1/16” guard to my entire head, excepting eyebrows. Whether it’s for spring or for the pandemic I couldn’t tell you.
Diced butternut squash (frozen), petite Brussels sprouts (frozen), diced chicken breast (pre-cooked), golden sweet corn (canned), peanut oil, salt, pepper, chili powder.
Me too, Willow. Me too.
Walking into some of downtown St. Johns’ food establishments is like walking into an empty dance studio. Today I grabbed a latte from The Great North, a pot pie from Paiku, and passed by Stormbreaker Brewing on my way back home.
Pleased to discover that my walk down to the river for photos of the St. Johns Bridge during Saturday’s snowfall very definitely was not a complete waste after all, because look at these.
There’s one thing I cannot do without during social distancing measures: I was about to run out of all coffee, caffeinated and decaffeinated, and coffee filters. My brief trip out also brought lingering signs of yesterday’s snowfall.
This afternoon’s office, at Ben & Esther’s Bagels in downtown St. Johns, once we sorted out the WiFi password.
Meru and Willow were I guess waiting for me to come back from going for a bagel and coffee.
Willow gets second crack after Meru at leftovers from having made a tuna salad on Como bread for lunch.