HERE WE ARE

Going no where.  Except maybe down the hall when no one is there.  To the mail box at no-peak- hours.  On the Balcony, very carefully to the laundry, out the door for delivered meals.  My how I do get around,  New NORM.  I have been thinking to write a poem for the TV program.  I may make it about my hair.  On everyone's mind.  Could be funny and light.  I  will think about it.  I wrote about it in my Blog a while ago-and it continues to GROW.  Kind of scary.  I guess I need to get a mask and maybe I wont be me.  O, my, I do need something to do.

Betty Boop