Waiting for the Shoe to Drop

One of the few bright spots today was dark gray...the sky, that is. The forecast was accurate; it rained through the weekend. The odds are improving that we'll be spared from water restrictions this summer.

At 45 °F it was unseasonably cold as I headed to the gym to work up a sweat. Traffic was sparse, even less than on a Sunday morning, with most business offices closed due to the coronavirus.

There was hardly anyone working out. I didn't even have to wipe down the machines I was going to use; no one had touched them since they were cleaned last night.

Given the increasing restrictions on indoor gatherings--first it was 500, then 100, then 50--I was surprised that the gym was allowed to stay open. It's not going to last...

At 8 a.m. on Monday, for the first time ever, there was no one on a treadmill.