Work on the Afghanistan book has slowed to a crawl. It's dense and depressing. But the money's good! And the project manager likes my work, which is a relief. Author hasn't seen it yet, however.

Himself is heading out to the fancy organic food shop for peanut butter and flour, for which they charge twice as much as the supermarket so they still have some. I can hear him rummaging for a mask. The big grocery chains in Ontario are leaning toward requiring all shoppers to wear masks -- although I note their staff don't.

Ontario is taking its first tottery steps toward what everyone is now calling "opening up the economy". This weekend, I shall go to the garden centre and try to buy some perennials -- Monarda is what Himself wants -- and a rosebush, and some herbs. Well, parsley. We also want a rain barrel, but that might be more difficult. I'm not sure whether Canadian Tire is quite ready for that kind of business yet. I foresee a great deal of dodging and weaving in our attempts to get what we want without invading others' personal space.