November 15, 2020
Without electricity, until the battery runs out, I can write and after that, I will have paper and pencil. I could go and sit in a shopping centre where the electricity is still on, but it is late in the day and they will be closing, although I know what will be open at least for the next few hours. Without electricity, I feel the need to congregate with others. As a species, I seem more willing to share bereavements and losses than happiness. Happiness is hard to share, more unfamiliar. This may be just a symptom of old age.