Day Seventeen of Lockdown
We cannot get out! There is no test; The women shop
the men talk; the fallen leaves are collected; a stray cat does it’s thing;
I use a pound of cabbage and some carrot to fill the crock; sauerkraut is on its way; at least the bones of several roasted chickens make it to the pot for stock.
We cannot get out — tomorrow is again, uncertain.