On the Pandemic and Certainty
Musings

I drive past Morden Motor Inn. The signs are decades old, I’m sure, laced with the colours of the 80’s or 90’s. It’s not like I’d remember which. I notice only half the building; my perception seeing only empty windows, no one out on the glass enclosed patio.
A sign: Live Band/The Mood. And I think it’s too early, but what do I know about safe in gatherings, in close…