Home Alone

If you are from or simply monitor events on planet Earth, you probably know things are a little strange right now. More so than usual. Living as I do in a major metropolitan center, I and my fellow New Yorkers are being urged to stay at home and stop coughing on each other so much. The least I can do, as someone lucky enough to be able to work from home, is do my part to not potentially spread around a virus. Sequestered away in my keep like Prospero in Poe’s The Masque of the Red Death, I have a number of options for how I spend my free time. There are books to be read, movies to be watched, for sure, but I reckoned I might as well take the time to pick up a few additional skills as well.

And since this is an era of oversharing and narcissism, I might as well keep a running log of activities, thoughts, amusements, and revelries. Some may be short, some may be long. Few will particularly insightful, but with a bit of luck, maybe some of them will entertain. And who knows…maybe you’ll even learn something. Probably not. There’s no particular plan. Some of it will be cocktail and booze related, as is my way. Some will be chronicles of my attempt to learn new things — seriously, bartenders, how do you do a dark rum float on a Mai Tai that gives it that lovely brown drizzle? Mine just blends in and immediately vanishes. I’m sure you will get a lot of reports about what scented candle I have going for the day, because I hoard those things the way some people hoard toilet paper (of which I currently have a reasonable supply). I’m sure there will be some book and movie reports, probably some rambling about this or that record I’m listening to.

I doubt I will delve much into the politics of the situation or anxiety. You’re getting hit enough with that, and I’d rather be a whimsical distraction that another reminder.