A Journal of the Plague Year 2020–chapter 36

“with gusts of wind up to 65 mph”

Monday, April 13

A sign of the times: Lonely Planet, the world’s largest travel guidebook publisher, has shuttered much of its operation, including its trade and reference division, its London offices, and its Melbourne, Australia, production facility, site of the company’s original headquarters. Travel, it seems, is no longer hip.

East Hampton today hardly seems like the glitzy travel destination of myth and legend. Out of a leaden gray sky, rain is pouring down, although that hasn’t discouraged many of the birds, who are still making like the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. 

By early afternoon, a furious wind—around 40 mph, maybe, with gusts up to 65, the weather service says—is howling, straining the limbs of the trees and occasionally breaking one off. There are thumps on the roof as various detritus smacks the house. This is supposed to go on into the evening. Best to crawl back under the covers. Emily is placidly having tea and perusing Twitter. Occasionally she thinks of something else to add to our Peapod grocery list. The next delivery is due to take place after noon on the 21st.

Dinner will be more meatloaf, the frozen Amy’s mac ’n’ cheese, and a green salad.

Entertainment: The last of the second season of Babylon Berlin, one episode of Bordertown.

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