Himself is washing the kitchen floor. He could not stand it one more minute.

Now, this is a man who, for more than 20 years, has maintained a level of blindness to muddle and mess that I could only marvel at. So colour me impressed at what boredom will do. He has also finished and submitted a massive scholarly paper on military law (conduct to the prejudice of good order and discipline), and he's working on a case for Innocence Canada that just might be a wrongful conviction.

I'm polishing off another chapter of the Afghanistan book for submission, and considering a nice long walk as the sun is shining today. Also, laundry -- running out of socks. And thinking up something different to do for supper with the leftovers from Easter -- cold roast lamb. Yesterday I served grits for the first time in more than fifty years of cookery; kinda like polenta, but coarser.

As we head into our second month of "social distance", I spend a little time each day assessing our situation. We have two government pensions and my editing job, so money is not a problem. Our house is comfortable and well-organized for two desk-jockeys to work at home. It is also stuffed with books and electronic gadgets for when work palls. The cats are always ready to help us sit around and read. We like each other's company. Food and household supplies are available in plenty at reasonable prices. We believe that the bureaucrats and politicians of the various levels of government that affect us most closely are doing their duty to the best of their ability.

We are not angry or scared. We are blessed.