Yesterday. Evidently, some people were not joking yesterday about indulging their inclinations toward destructiveness: "A crowd then later formed at Kesey Square and three people were breaking mailboxes. Four were arrested at this point". How terribly pathetic, 'breaking mailboxes'! Anger, I understand. Violence in its place, I understand. So many of these people are no more than toddlers, giving vent to the lower motions of their souls because they are incapable of using their reason to grasp their way toward constructive solutions to the problems they're faced with. The present curfew began in an area downtown last night at 2200 that was extended citywide at midnight. It was lifted at 0600, and had numerous exceptions, which is probably normal for this sort of thing: e.g. one can go to and from work.
Must leave the house at half past ten in order to catch the 110- whatever bus to get downtown in time for the 1215 celebration of Holy Mass. A lovely Dawn and a beautiful day although I have been shivering away: no wonder-- it's 45 degrees F.
I see that the Lancet has published a study suggesting that the 'social distancing' of one meter (more or less a yard: or, in supermarket terms, the distance of one shopping cart) cuts one's chances of catching the plague by 82% whereas two meters of 'social distance' cuts the chances by 91%. I suppose to a bureaucrat in government or the health professions that seems a great lot of difference. One tries to be courteous and give people the space they seem to want but at this point I'm quite done with the 'social distancing' business: anyone who is closer than three feet is in my space, plague or no plague. I didn't find the 'close talking' episode of Seinfeld particularly funny. (Anyone following the link will see that the destination is not the Lancet but Guido Fawkes's post about the Lancet's study: I am likely to read at a medical journal? pshaw.)
Before my common sense kickstarted earlier I almost suffocated myself with bleach vapors. And I had thought that I was awake.