The sun is shining today. The sky is blue. The wind is gone, but it is still chilly, in the low 50’s.

I tasted freedom this morning. I had my first excursion when I went to get the newspapers. I didn’t need 6 feet because no one was around. The street is quiet. I’ll get today’s mail when it comes later.

Being stuck inside has now become tiresome. I have stuff I can do, but I don’t want to do a thing. I just want to complain. It is a bit ironic I suppose as I enjoy being alone.

I have been watching disaster movies. I have seen earthquakes, volcanoes, tornados, avalanches and sea creatures run amok. My favorites are the earthquake movies. Everything happens in an earthquake movie. You get people sliding into crevices, fires breaking out and buildings falling apart rock by rock. Experts throw around the word unstable and women scream at every little quake. In most disaster movies, a hero always rises. In the movie I’m watching now called Faultline, the hero has just come to the fore.

Henry is upstairs napping. He likes my bed. The cat is also napping upstairs but in the guest room. Jack and Gwen nap together every day around this time. I nap later.

I don’t have enough bananas to make banana bread. You need three, and I have only two.

Market days are when you can buy just about anything. In Bolga every third day was and still is market day. I loved going shopping on market day. The hustle and bustle was loud and all the stalls were filled. I could find regular produce like onions and tomatoes, but sometimes I’d get lucky like the time my vegetable lady had a watermelon she’d saved for me. I’d fill my two shepherd’s bags with vegetables, fruits and meat, beef though it was always a bit suspect, then I’d put the bags over my handle bars and ride my moto home. I wonder now how Ghanaians are faring. They don’t stock up but rather shop market day to market day. They can’t do that now. But I, knowing Ghanaians as I do, believe they will solve the problem of social distancing and shopping. Ghanaians are both innovative and ingenious.

I can hear birds. They are always a welcome sound.

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