These couple of GIFs grabbed from the street off a big screen video board are reminiscent of a similar Blade Runner 2049 scene. The difference being that neither of these clips are interactive. In that scene the larger-than-life avatar reaches down from above to connect with the protagonist. Maybe next time. Our 36 hours in Manhattan were both maniacal and magical. As they say, New York is a nice place to visit, but I would not want to live there. Anyway, it is certainly a source of great imagery for this website.

Back on the farm, our road to recovery continues to wend and wind its way along, but we are making progress. I think that part of what hit us so hard was that neither of us had been sick for years. Like since before the pandemic. How you ask? How during the worst epidemic in a century did neither of you get sick? First there were the vaccines. We got all of them. Which reminds me, that it is time for another booster. Before that though, we went into hiding. We lived like monks. No physical human interactions, no passing of germs, no sickness, QED. That all changed this month with Declan, our grandson. He is young and adorable, but he also wades daily in a Petri dish of pathogens that is known as daycare. Next time we will be better prepared. Back when Anne was still teaching, she would routinely dose herself with a product called Airborne, basically Vitamin C with a fizzy delivery system. It worked then and if we dose ourselves again before our next meeting, maybe it will work again. It can’t hurt.