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First, the good news.  We are all well in Kitschland.  On the surface, things are the same as usual.  Whizzbang Zoom and myself spend our days doing what we usually do, with maybe a bit more time in front of the TV watching the latest news reports.  The current Mrs. Blythe is still going to work as are Kenzie at Piper Fire, Drew at Coca-Cola and Brendan at Old Key West Bar and Grille.

I am babysitting again what with school called off for Ayla and Norah.  On the surface all is well.  Under the surface, there is a growing awareness that the Big Bad Wolf is trying to blow our houses down.  Rumor is the building where the current Mrs. Blythe works will close at week's end.  Piper Fire is planning on split shifts to help with the employee distancing.  Coca-Cola will keep all plants going but have sent office staff home.  Brendan will be most affected since OKW bar is now closed but carryout will be open.

The pictures, today are a before and after of a a field I walked by when I took walks in Emerald City a few years ago.  I saw them when I fired up my laptop when I visited Northlandia last week.  I thought of the tree standing tall and then, it was gone.  Such is our existence on this earth and the changes we all experience from day to day.  

Surely most of us will be fine when we get normal again.  But that Wolf at the door is mighty scary.            







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