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March 9, 2020
It's still March 30, 1:50 p.m. I hear the garbage truck. They've been dependable so far. Three times a week, I think. Grateful for that. Staring at my curtains now. Green and red. Not very Christmassy, but a bit festive. A calm festivity, if there's such a thing. The other day a car almost rammed me in the middle of Shaw Blvd. Partly my fault because I was in that part of the road after a blind turn, lolling around. Thankfully the driver had presence of mind. We both assumed, I guess, that the road would be clear.