In these troubled times, we're all talking about the same thing in the same way.

Or, does anybody really know what time it is?

It just keeps going and going and going.

I used to write, and read, poetry, before I stopped fearing death.

I could stand to think about something else for a bit.

Or, dinner and a show in the time of the great pandemic.

This may become a theme while we all wait out this COVID-19 virus.

Look, it's been a crazy, chaotic week, which means you're getting a crazy, chaotic post.

And, by that I mean escapism by way of space vehicles.

For dogs.