Thursday, November 5th, 2020

Another day when I don’t get outside. I’m on vacation. There’s nowhere to go. I have already gotten all the groceries that I need, other than picking up a challah tomorrow. It’s raining intermittently. Most places are closed. There have been rumors that the shops on the street may open again on Sunday. People in charge say that they might not. The virus transmission rate is rising again. Online, I compulsively reload the pages about the US elections. The news is generally favorable, but not certain. Everyone I voted for won in my district. The national vote is still up in the air. Friends are interested in organizing back in the states. I do what I can to connect them to people who are putting groups together. I record a 75 minute piano track for a film score. I have to record three more layers to go with it. I go back and edit out wrong notes. Some may remain. I’ll only worry about them if I can hear them. Partway through the evening, my internet connection goes out. I’m upset. Then I’m not. I put on a sweater and queue up some Kate Bush videos. If the power goes out, I’ll go to bed.