pandemic camper. i don't know if there's a camper in there or just a campsite. we keep a social distance. this is as close to the lake we can get, with the highway in between.

it wasn't this that made me think of maw, but an article i'm reading on frontline. the villages in florida where she lives is a hot-bed of trumpers who think they love life and are enjoying the golden years in a massive planned paradise of happy retirees dancing the apocalypso. social distancing gets their grey gander up. they wanna have fun. and the hospital is de-funded and rated 1. 
i just looked at the villages news. it's grimly hilarious. 
worried about maw, gotta call maw.
post dat. shoot, i call maw and both numbers are dead ends. one says she's not accepting calls, the other says please wait for representative, oh wait, here's maw. and her 'puter's down. and it's almost her bird day shoot i gotta send a card i can't do a post. 
post dat. i talked to maw. she's alive. not dancing the apocalypso in trump square.