She was just as I left her. Brightly colored outward appearance, full of life and vigor.
But that is behind us now. She has mellowed over the years, but she still did not want to risk having anyone stay past 8 p.m.
So if those are the new rules, I guess I'll take what I can get, have a few beers, and go home.
Day eight of going outside with no masks at all, in stores, in bars, and no complaints whatsoever. There is no new normal. Only normal.
