April 11, 2020 Staying at home with my books and out-of-tune piano and a cat who loves me only when she’s out of food is nothing new. I’m OK. Thank you for asking. I have become quite used to sending thoughts and prayers to those who keep the world going round while I spin old punk records — Dead Kennedys, Buzzcocks, Crass — lamenting days long past. I have thought of those who are suffering and those who are dying alone. I have thought of the nurses who are sent ill-equipped to the front lines and risk their lives to help those in need. My thought this particular moment is about a tenacious robin attacking itself in the glass of my home-office window. It does not understand it’s seeing itself in the glass and will continue to strike because neither the bird nor its reflection will give up the fight.