The Town That Was

Came home a couple of nights ago, and there was a very friendly black cat sitting at the front door. She mewed a welcome, and was accepting of scratching from this strange human. Hopped out of the way when I opened the storm door, but made no attempt to come inside when I opened the interior door. She was gone when I went back out to offer her a snack. I hope she's back with her humans, or at least somewhere safe.

Life goes on. Governor Beshear's daily briefings continue to be must-see-TV. Bearno's pizza is delicious, and in these strange days, it's even more comforting than usual. I'm doing okay, as are my parents and really everyone else in my circles, as far as I know. I'm certain that plenty of us have been exposed, and probably even infected. My people are mostly smart and sensible.

Last weekend would have been Adepticon. Some of the gaming podcasts set up livestreams of games played via flavors of virtual tabletops, and that was fun and comforting. 

And there's been very little April Fools stupid so far today.