Our Friday evening tradition of enjoying a martini continues unabated through these trying times. We’re studiously observing shelter-in-place, social distancing, and wearing face masks. A martini (or quarantini) interferes with none of that but can take the edge off the pandemic, if only briefly.
Meanwhile, Mother Nature keeps things interesting: this morning we woke to four inches of a fresh frosty coating of snow on everything. As our winter of discontent melts away, we are drawn back to the stress and despair visited on the world by the virus. We’re doing fine for now but are deeply concerned about the plight of so many others, now and for years to come.
Our quarantini toast was to you last evening: Buona salute!
Wife Duncan said:
A few more olives and the quarantini would be perfect!
Paul Duncan said:
Ah yes, your ideal olive-tini (with a splash of gin and vermouth).