Dogs as art

Our landscape is not quite as perfect, but the dogs are working on their poses.

It looks like Cyrus chose the better day.

Husband and I are both still working.

I work at the newspaper and we go to press Tuesday night no matter what the apocalypse. There are only 4 or 5 people in our office at any given time.

Husband works with 3 other people, but still does some local traveling in contact with others.

Cancellations and closures everywhere, but we don't get out much so we are not greatly affected by that. We don't get out much by choice. We are happy in our world.

And yes NJ, NY is officially as crazy as you are. We have the same shortages of toilet paper, paper towels, meat, bread... It wasn't noticeable last week when I was at the supermarket. According to friends and neighbors, now it is.

I think we will just hunker down and pray for the end of the apocalypse. We have enough pork and eggs to last us into our next lifetimes.

Plenty of goat milk soon to come to wash it all down.

C'mon Rosie! We need some action!

None yet.

Christina's World by Andrew Wyeth, 1948