In this day of the National Disaster Emergency and bad times:

The sun came out and it was warm. The air was fresh. The birds were singing and bunny was waiting for a blueberry breakfast.

The world has not ended…yet.

A few adventurous folks are out walking their dogs or rolling their babies, all paced out within acceptable personal space. The leaves are showing their awakenings and all sorts of greenery is popping up out of the dirt. What will these become?

The traffic is still slim (no complaints) but being sheltered has not taught any better driving habits. That truck just drove through a red light. There was no traffic coming, but?

Wonder as the sun warms up the season will people stay inside? Let’s see what happens (just like a “quote”).

In the cart lobby there is a personal cleaner wiping down the carts for new parishioners. Reminds me of the guy who hands you a towel in the classy bathrooms. Should we tip?

The shelves are still barren but so are the aisles. Still from all the cardboard boxes, they are trying to maintain the communion.

A big sign tells the traffic that the communal dining area by the deli has been removed due to...well, you know. The paper products aisle still has signs requesting “1 per customer” but there is nothing to choose from.

Something new is blue press down markers on the floor stating the standing line red velvet rope. There are no guards pushing wire carts back but give it time.

The ‘call your order and we’ll stock it and deliver it to your car’ plan seems to be working well. There are lots of new faces pushing dollies (like the bellhops use to take your bags to your room, if you could get a room) around blocking the aisles and causing traffic jams. They should have a flag and a horn on those things.

The pasta shelves are still bare and the meat locker must thrill PETA. The produce looks fresh and the milk is well stocked. There are plenty of light bulbs but I had to search for the orange juice. I’ll avoid the eggs and butter and bread.

The frozen pizza section seems to be restocked, but I’m only here for the essentials. The Coor’s guys are keeping me stocked with cold hydration so it was worth the trip. Plus the cute vendor girl with the great smile said, “Hi”. Life is good.

At the Grab-and-Go checkout, there were more blue aprons than customers. They all seemed frantic with all the new regulations and requirement during these trying times, but they have been through Thanksgivings and snow days. This is a cakewalk.

Saw a new scanner technique yesterday, but did not try it. If it works I’ll be in-and-out in no time. Still I enjoy that brief chatter with the blue aprons or the red vest.

Sooner or later we’ll be hosed down before entering and will have to take a number like the soup Nazi. Yada yada yada.

Home safe and sound and welcoming another new member of the family. Good thing the Tummy Temple keeps me well stocked on blueberries.

Enjoy the sunshine. Maybe have another concert on the porch to an empty audience until the next Presidential Chinese Virus Pandemic Briefing? Don’t forget to wear your scarf.