i was falling asleep mid-sentence reading the mercies. it's good but i'm soul tired. no, it's not the virus, puff. the next walk after this chalk drawing was washed away. i'm glad to see it. i usually do capture chalk drawings. i'm easily charmed for an old boy. why do i say for an old boy. charm is charming any age. now i look out and the sky's white with fog. it was cold and rainy and how can you tell if you have the deadly corona or the common cold, or just sniffles. who knows, we don't know nothing, but we're sad and afraid.