I dunno why I’m remembering them but Wednesday morning before actually waking I dreamed of a litter of beaver kits, all soft shiny black very like our Large Breed Puppies, scurrying

into a hole in a dam of twigs and sticks. As I reached for them their ferocious mother, likewise soft shiny black and furry, came furiously rushing out, which woke me.  Though this seems to be a season rich in vivid dreams few make it back into the waking world as most mornings bones dropping onto tile floors and the ripping and gnawing of palm fronds erase them

before fully waking.  As we finished out February-in-March of this uneasy Spring it was rarely warm enough to lunch out but nonetheless ever more unsettling possibilities of unanticipated virus-related catastrophes multiplied.  The weather is the weather, whether or not, but should the media narrow to the point where only one Chosen Outlet remains to cover the White House*, which isn’t exactly outside the realm of possibility, we’ll just have to have faith that it

would be Fair and Balanced.

Meanwhile my tentative plan to make a last visit to Wall Spring ran afoul of Covid Anxiety despite the fact that we could easily have reached there with one gas stop, no human interaction and, in the event the border closed, sneak back into Cali off the desert. But dear friends,

one a nurse, strongly advised against it so here we are, Large Breed Puppies and all, for the Duration…which, if you’re attentive to the Foremost Authority on his Chosen Outlet, will be no later than Sunday, April 12th at which point everyone still standing will Congregate Thankfully in a Church.  Yeah, we’ll be crowding the pews by Easter*…and continuing to practice the New Civility in the meantime as evidenced by a story L related to me about a woman out walking in Marin who, upon cautioning a family on the trail about social distancing, had them rush her, cough in her face and slap her on the head.  Meanwhile, like everyone else, we are just waiting;

waiting to see if we get sick, waiting to see how sick we get, waiting to see if we recover from it…waiting to see what will unfold, going nowhere in the meantime and inundated with information, some of it quite useful [takes some time to watch, but worthwhile].

We walk the three dogs separately in the morning in an attempt to instill Order to the Pack

and their lives, usually followed by Squirrel Patrol, which leads to a certain languidity

by lunch…and repeat, weather variable.

For prescience [you want prescience, right?] and an escape from News of the Covid find and read Joan Didion’s “Insider Baseball” from her “Political Fictions”, 2001…it won’t help, isn’t about [this] disease, but illuminates the Inevitability of things.

Could be worse…hope it doesn’t get worse, and hope we all make it through this…meanwhile everyone pay attention to people close to the action [see Dr. Price, as above], your Governors [California has a particularly good one, but they all seem to be stepping up] and local government.  No matter how much you might adore the President this is the time to put him [and that huckster OZ] on hold until this passes.  It’s a matter of lives and deaths.

*Information already outdated as the news right now is such a moving target and everything’s Always Different, totally changed by the next bloviation on the White House lawn [or wherever] not to mention the actual facts on the ground.

Stay tuned, stay well, stay calm.