How are thee ponies? · 4:53am Jun 5th, 2020
I have not been to work in the past four months. Early February. I briefly felt unwell in the early part of it, then planned to come back to work. Before that could happen, it shut down. Clothing is not deemed essential business. I haven't felt unwell for the better part of what of this year has passed.
I kept busy in me own ways. Hadn't felt like writing in a while, no creative impulse. Just confirming I am still here is enough. And I hope none of thee ponies felt in the least bit awful. I may return to it, but I don't expect to be regular again, time will tell.
I hope the lot of you are safe and sound, and keeping within the confines of your homes as ordered. Civil unrest, pandemic and a recession altogether is a triple threat none of us asked for. Kelley Thomas comes to my mind, a man with severe learning disabilities. Save him. Why we ever retired the gallows, I'll never know. Some ponies warrant it, and firing them is a slap on the rear.
More than ever I'd like to enter this world forever inaccessible to me, nothing more than a product of imagination, never reality. It's still nice to have a good drink, one of the few concessions of this stupid world. And sleep.
