By Jim Slade
The house is shrinking.
Questions: Should I shave? Shower? Dress?
So far, it’s not so bad.
Everybody’s forced into isolation,
so it’s kind of OK. But as it goes on, we will start to write on the
walls. There will be nose smudges on the windows and the dog
will ignore us. Breakfast will become lunch, lunch will be dinner
and the rest will be snacks. Some of us will fatten, the rest will
have to drink muddy water to cast a shadow.
One day It’ll be over and we will stumble out of our caves,
squinting in natural light, hair down to our shoulders, pajamas at
halfmast, afraid of other people. Unaccustomed as we will be to
the “old ways,” we will walk in 12-foot imaginary boxes and cast
our eyes to the ground as other boxes go by. We will be hermits
finding the world again.
They’ve got us right where they want us.
Where’s my coffee?
- Morgantown resident Jim Slade issues a humor blog called "Gadfly."
He was a journalist who covered the American space program from its inception. He was a broadcast journalist who covered those historic events.
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