I sang along (more or less) to "Eleanor" while wandering the spooky, nearly empty aisles of Big Y two nights ago.
This made me think of
@Deepster, before reading his simple, sane shifts a few posts later.
Easier said than done.
You see them hanging upside down in the window next to the ducks, with no chance that they're sleeping and you could stir them up, and something comes over you...
Just was your hands!
That lengthy Osterholm summarry post above, you know the one that got no Likes, was pretty good.
Isn't there some kind of Koolaid we could just drink to make this concern go away?