A new fountain pen arrived. Nice feel, heft. German import. Overstock. Priced to sell. A bit slow on capillary action At first, as new pens often are. An ink drop Spilled on my hand and down to the floor. Should have done this in the kitchen. Trouble. In paradise. Wife will be enraged. No refuge will there be from her scorn.
We are both going crazy trying to predict the unknown unknown. When will it all end? Meanwhile, I’m preparing a short talk About how the Portuguese invented The plantation system memorialized In the Cape Verdean art form: Morna.
See the line at Trader Joes this morning? Wrapped down the block and around the corner – Each shopper six feet apart from the next? Whole Foods is still out of Vitamin C And limiting frozen pizza to four Per shopper. Good prices on naval oranges – Stocking up to stave off scurvy, rickets.
Press conference on standby – gotta get Latest developments on the crisis. Never mind the moral imbecility Of the press corps – the message seeps through Their banterings and raillery (And that’s being charitable. My goodness!) The time to learn the news is nigh.
Work meetings on Zoom today – Two confirmed cases on campus Mean shutdown until further notice. But the library can never completely close So there’s telework for all library staff – Eight hours per week on site. This ain’t a poem, it’s a list, too much Is happening to restrict it to 14 lines.
Taxes postponed. What if it’s all a fraud? Read some good Angolan history today – Precolonial stuff, and an Amilcar Cabral Essay: History is a weapon – all for my Docent course, even though this week’s Walk-through at the museum is cancelled.