Blogging?

  When we started this blog we sent out a note to our friends to say we were up and running. Part of that message was, "I may regret this". I think I am already there. I have never done well under pressure and this is pressure!! Thinking of something to put in a blog is one thing, sounding  somewhat intelligent while doing it is another.  So today, if it's alright with you, I will gleefully abandon that idea.
  The first time I saw this view from our back window, the virus was not around, or at least it hadn't affected us much. I thought I could still go out and find interesting things to talk about and take pictures of. Then I would upload our fabulous new life and all of you would be terribly jealous and wonder why you weren't doing something similar. I would then sit here being smug, an attitude I have perfected over the years, at least so my friends tell me. But unfortunately for me, and probably fortunately for you, that has not been the case. The only time I am outside is at 6 am when I take the poor trapped dog for a walk. Not a soul on the streets and the light is bad for pictures.  After breakfast I sit around reading or corresponding with the few people who haven't written us off completely, and then at 1:30 pm it's dog walking time again before the 2 pm curfew when everyone has to be off the street. You can imagine how exhausted I am by that time, so a nap is now required. Then it's more reading and browsing the internet where I pick up some bizarre bits of info that are of no use or importance to anyone and that I will casually throw into a conversation at some later date whilst wearing the smug look referred to earlier. Then for awhile I gaze out the window, at the view above, and ponder whether it is worth even getting up tomorrow, until it's time to turn on the news and see how everyone else is coping. That tends to bring up waves of guilt as I realize that we are incredibly fortunate to not have to stress about where our next meal is coming from or how to pay the electric bill this month. So now I have to turn on You Tube and watch some funny dog or cat videos to distract myself. By now the burden of all that guilt is enough to make me switch to Netflix and start watching something like "Better Call Saul" so I can see someone who is even more screwed up than I am.
Then I look at the dog and he's got that, "I have to

cross my legs for HOW LONG?" And the guilt
comes flooding back.  With it comes the realization that I have accomplished nothing today, even with all the extra time the pandemic is giving me. Maybe I should go out to a bar and mingle, get the virus and then people would feel sorry for me and overlook the fact that I must have been a huge disappointment to my long suffering parents. But nothing is open and everyone else IN THE WORLD is inside weaving, or studying astrophysics, and is going to emerge from this lock-down a new and better person. I will just be a bearded fat guy who has read every John Sandford book.  Is being an expert on the adventures of Lucas Davenport a saleable commodity? So now I go back to the office (yes, we have an office!! Oh the shame!) and I think about what I should Blog about.  As I gaze at the view below absolutely NOTHING comes to mind and I am now frozen with self loathing.  Maybe tomorrow I will start an exercise program.....or get back to my Spanish........ or start on online course ...........or write to..........

I CAN do better....I MUST do better.....I WILL do better...........Oh, are you still reading? Good Night.