Outside

C was also sent home today to work from home. I still sent e-mails to his work account. And then shout through the wall to make sure that he read it.

We went for a walk around the field. Woke up a heron who was sleeping soundly in a corner and found part of a pink bicycle frame amongst the trees. Why? Where is the rest of it? Where did it come from? Who put it there? Whose was it? Why there?

We are living in strange times.