Peter Self Isolates and Shares His Thoughts

I am sitting on my battered black Ikea couch, writing this week’s column a). Like so many of you, I am self isolating, driving the Cat nuts, but doing the right thing, at least in my mind. Very few people have any idea just how far this will go, but the ramifications are truly alarming, and only a complete fool would publicly voice their prediction (looking towards Washington D. C., I sadly shake my head.)

Peter’s Potpourri….

One of my childhood memories is that of my mum and dad taking us to GuardianAngels church on Sunday morning. In the summer, when it was hot, the celebrant would sometimes come to the pulpit and announce, “There will no sermon today on account of the heat.”