The armor grows thin... the weak and soft flesh is becoming exposed...

Quarantine has been a breeze for my wife and I. We have a nice home, a nice yard, and live just outside a big city that has all the modern services. (All mod cons, as my British friends would say.)

The Smoke has changed that.

We have been doing a LOT in our yard. Projects. Planting. Building a wall and patio. Enjoying the yard. Getting outside and watching the birds, or sharing a distanced chat with friends under our lovely 100 foot tall Douglas Fir tree that I have named "Doug".

With the air quality index being basically "go outside and die", all of that has come to a screeching halt, and we are left with... the Internet and TV. She can't go skating. I can't work in my shop or on my myriad yard projects.

And we are now way more familiar with what most people have experienced during quarantine. The boredom. The feeling of being trapped.

We knew we had it good.... there was never any question in our minds about that.

But now we are getting an inkling of what our friends have been experiencing since March. And it sucks.

We'd make up new things to do... but are too depressed and basically spend our time opening and closing the fridge or sleeping.

It's depressing. Bleh. I'm completely apathetic about it all. Could do many things. Don't wanna do anything. Bleh.