Jane and I are doing well, muddling along in this stay-home order, and Washington is apparently passing the hump of the curve. There have been 10 dead in our county, but the infection rate is slowing. Even in Seattle, with its huge population.

We are also still under lockdown, getting stuff only by takeout or home cooking.

I also don’t trust salad fixings from the supermarket, and they’re too delicate to wash properly, so I’ve started an Aerogarden for lettuce. We don’t know how long this lockdown will last. And my trust of supermarket lettuce will lag our at-ease order considerably.

Had a crazy spot of what could have been gunfire last night, close. Dunno if it’s someone gone cabin-crazy, or what, but we’re fine. Didn’t hear any sirens, so no one died. And we did report it.

I’m cooking a lot more than usual. Takeout is rare for us.

Working away. Weeding the garden. Opening the pond: the fish all look good.

It keeps snowing—you wake up and there’s a half-inch snow coat. This is not supposed to happen after St. Paddy’s Day.

But all is well here. Wear a mask. Make people wonder who was that masked customer. Carry a little baggie of wipes in the car, and some gloves, just in case. Take care of yourselves. We are.