<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div class="">Friends, </div><div class=""><br class=""></div>Belonging to the category of those over 70 with questionable lungs, I’m taking up the life of a hermit for the near term.<div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">I’m staying home and visiting online. My wife is well & willing to run necessary errands, although I’m urging her to adopt a version of my regimen.</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">I’m a bit embarrassed at the anti-social elements of my nature that mean I’m not suffering too much. </div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">My ghostly father once dedicated a (very good) book to “Most of them in McDaid’s” (a Dublin bar): I feel that way about you.</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">—CGE </div><div class=""><i class=""><br class=""></i></div><div class=""><i class="">"Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,</i></div><i class="">His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.”</i> —Romeo </body></html>