I have given up coffee but I can’t stop napping… Which isn’t a bad thing; just an observation.

Reading the posts of others; I’m guessing I’m handling this quarantine in stride better than some.

Catching up on all of my daughters favorite television shows will be appreciated more after this is over.

The definition of insanity is often described as repeating the same actions over and over and expecting a different result.

The code is never make the same mistake twice.

The code is the cure?

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. “

I’ve been told that the sole purpose of a University education isn’t just to provide a degree, but also to provide a degree of critical thinking.

Being a High School Dropout wasn’t the plan however, I was educated with the notion that putting all your eggs into one basket wasn’t a good idea.

Hindsight being 20/20, my observations are that the critical thinking that goes into this simple notion about the eggs and the basket are missed by many.

An old friend reminded me of something yesterday…

Your parents prepare you the best that they can but in the end, the world owes us nothing, and often delivers.

I ventured out to my local market for a morning shop.

A man standing on Queen Street at Lansdowne is pissing into the street in full view of a streetcar. His piss is dribbling over his hands, and onto his pants and then on Queen Street.

A sign on the door of the Local Market states ‘if you are sick please do not enter.’ I enter with no other customers here.

I go home with my apples and flowers…

The banks are closed now when normally they would be open.

The streets are occupied by as many people wearing masks as those who don’t, however there are more people on the streets than one might imagine during a lockdown quarantine for a pandemic.

I understand the banks reaction and even the mask wearers are not without merit… however not leaving one package of toilet paper for someone else is not going to be easily forgotten when we are slapping ourselves on the back at some point in the future for a job well done.

I made it to the coffee shop and several acquaintances were there distancing themselves from each other and me with expressions somewhere between fear and shame.

I order my coffee and leave. It’s awkward at best and living alone seems so much like I was ahead of the curve on this one… Does this sound like bragging?

Week 2 of this thing has begun.

It was dark as night on the road between the trees.

I would pray to God there, under stars and on my knees.

On a world in the galaxy, where fears come as they please.

Dennis Mantin is my name.

Canada is my nation.

Parkdale is my dwellingplace.

Heaven is my expectation.

Just not yet…