On Vacation in Nowhere with Godot (03-23-2020)

I just got back from a walk to the post office with Chris. Out here, it is 40 degrees and raining and it made the short walk horrible. As I was walking there for the first time (I would always go there while the int Before Times in my car while doing things), and we were joking about how we were walking somewhere on vacation. That idea was not far from my mind as, just before we left, the Montreal hotel where we were going to stay next month called and..errrr....canceled us. So, yet another outside source is saying this thing is going to go on for over a month.

I walked to the post offie to mail a letter. Yeah, a LETTER.  I have been writing all the time since high school, and I figured that just getting the hell out of here for a seven minute walk would be something good. Thankfully, Nature could care less about how comfortable we were on our walk.

What I am beginning to believe is that we are all going to have to face down our own personal lives and see what the hell it is we have been and will do with what time we have in isolation. It seems we have all been given what was always most scarce:Time. The insane kinetic life we have been living has ground to a stop and we have to deal with that. Lack of motion means stillness and within stillness comes reflection and that is why the liquor stores are still allowed to be open. That is not a slam on liquor stores or drinking, but just the fact that we all seem to put off self reflection as long as we can.

The again, maybe the Internet and Netflix and Hulu and everything else can distract us from that feared look into our own selves. In the book "The Plague", the real intensity happens to the town when the basic needs get short. May it never come to that here. But if not does, then one will really have to think about life in a different way. Hold on. Wait a second. As long as the fast food places are open and have food....there's food for cheap, right? Could THAT be the one thing watch as to how things get worse?

Samuel Beckett said in his play "Waiting for Godot" that "Habit is a great deadener." Well, let the nerve endings come alive again as all of our habits, all that which stopped us from thinking deeply, come alive again.