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My commute to work Tuesday, which turned out to be the last one I will make in some time, was a bit odd, with buses and subway cars half-empty and a strange ambient mood.
Mar. 20th, 2020
My commute from work began much earlier than I expected Tuesday evening, at 7. I got down from Eglinton station to Yonge and Wellesley to shop, just in time to catch the intense blues of the twilight sky on the Yonge corridor. The 94 Wellesley bus west to Ossington came in a timely manner, that done, putting me back in a neighbourhood made strange by the day.
I joked yesterday, eating a bowl of Kellogg's Eggo cereal with Maple Syrup, that there were no rules now.
There are, of course. It is just a matter of figuring out what, exactly, these rules are.