Wednesday, April 29, 2020

I think I hear fighter jets zooming overhead. They are supposed to fly through the country sometime today, tracing a path over hospitals as an Independence Day salute. Maybe I’m hearing them now. In the morning, I heard what seemed to be a sound truck several blocks away, playing festive music. Last night, I thought I heard fireworks. Maybe I did. Maybe they had them, without crowds, for people to see from their porches or windows. I haven’t gone out to look at any of those. I should shower and get dressed sometime, but with nowhere to go and no one to meet, I probably won’t. Late in the day, I cook a new set of JoeBowls. I run out of regular tahini, so I use some that is mixed with honey. I hope it doesn’t overwhelm the other flavors. I don’t have leafy greens, so I saute some broccoli instead. I stop stirring for a moment and close my eyes. I’m at the dance center, sitting outside, seeing people walk past me, waiting for a performance to begin. Then I smell the broccoli starting to catch. I open my eyes. I’m back at home. I should clean my kitchen sometime.