Everyone has rituals to make a new place familiar, and I’ve done a few of mine. Last night I cooked a meal and slept in my bed, and this morning I had a good shave.
I need to find a location for the shave shot, but this temporary spot on the yet-to-be-filled bookcase will do for now. Van Yulay’s Puro la Habana has a fine cigar tobacco fragrance, and you by now know how much I like Van Yulay’s soaps. My Kent BK4 worked up a ver nice lather, and the Baby Smooth continued to unfurl excellent shaves.
A good splash of Phoenix Artisan’s Cavendish to carry forward the tobacco theme, though pipe-tobacco fragranced rather than cigar.
Then I walked to my local supermarket — round trip 1500 steps, not bad. They are maintaining good plague discipline: waiting points for checkout marked on floor, six feet apart, wipedown of checkout station between customers, customers do their own bagging and keep bags in the cart (and each cart is wiped down after use). From 0700 to 0800 is seniors only. Only a certain number of people are allowed in the store, and in the waiting line outside, people are kept six feet apart.
By the end of April I think we’ll see just how far off the mark President Trump’s rosy predictions have been — but that will make no difference because followers will adjust: see this interesting article. Alison Lurie wrote a fine novel, Imaginary Friends, based on that study — worth reading.