My time is short now and still I wait. Quarantine has given us a reset pause. “Don’t waste this time!” An inner voice screams.

I am writing the only novel I will ever write and am reading Ulysses. I will steal from this dead man in hopes of meeting him in the afterlife where he will accuse me of theft; to which I will reply. ” I only steal from the best Mr. Joyce. And hopefully he will reply.

“Well done Laddie. “