Easter Rising

Long walk to the Moncton Coliseum, Easter egg hunt for the first time in forever, video call with M, massive turkey, more Netflix.  Almost into week 4 of the quarantine.  The thread about time carrying through.  The dreams about what comes next, when this is over.  How to use time.  I see the path for the book becoming clearer.  In some ways.  Struggle always for recognition in the submissions.  In the stories.  Time to live it properly and leave some words behind.  Shower and change tomorrow before the work call starts?  Pourquoi pas?