Of course delineating infection rates of a global pandemic county-by-county is a pretty fruitless exercise, but friends, I am here to tell you that our tiny slice of Appalachia was the last in the state to have a covid 19 infection. It was good while it lasted, but as of today, we’re up to 5 cases in a county of 13,000. Not NYC numbers, I know, but it’s still a bummer.
Zeyda and I have been working on the new hen house over the past few days (Festung Henne, as I am now calling it). It’s shaping up nicely, but it’s also reminding us of why we are not builders by trade. As I used to say, “Every time I drive a nail, I am reminded why I’m a cop and not a carpenter.”
More photos are coming, and I hope you are all well.