…or there would have been if anything was going on—but there wasn’t.

The lady at the dog food store brought a small order out to my truck, which was parked outside her shop, dropped it in the bed, took my Clorox-wipe-wrapped credit card, and that was that—my only semi-social event of the day—and all done at arm’s length with few words.

Happy Equinox, by the way.