Who says that one can’t be social during a pandemic? Well, not this guy, with whom I met and chatted with the other day. He seemed agitated, somewhat squirrelly, if I can use that expression. Then I noticed the patch of feathers missing from the top of his head. I asked him about it and he doesn’t quite remember what happened. It may have been a run in with a cat, or a squirrel or maybe his wife, or it could have been some garbage flying through the air. He didn’t know, really. It didn’t affect his brain too much, he says, but he feels like a hot mess all the time, ruffled feathers and all that.
He said his name was Gilbert, but that I could call him Gil.