Seven UP

The girlette Seven eagerly volunteered for Quarantine Duty.

She's in transit to a friend from the old days of bloggin, "Clowncar" (Jeff Wood). Let's see... *checks Clowncar's blog Oort Cloud* Last post was May 2011.
His young-adult daughter is sick (hopefully not The Virus), so they're in house-quarantine in Colorado.

Clowncar loves dinosaurs, so a new dino dress was sewn for Seven.

Note the driftwood lamp. ^ I LOVE it--it's from HouseMate's childhood (she was b. 1957).

Seven was super excited about going UP in a plane, to fly to Clowncar.

Seven prepped by reviewing Tolstoy's Three Questions in children's book form. (See also, The Year of Living Dangerously. "What then should we do?")

1. When is the best time to do things? (Now.)
2. Who is most important? (The one you are with.)
3. What is the right thing to do? (Good, for the one next to you.)

I cut up the leftover flannel fabric to use as toilet wipes---HouseMate and I are down to 4 rolls and the grocery stores are still out. 

Ever since I wrote the book about the history of toilets, I've wanted to switch to cloth wipes for pee (still prefer to flush the solids). The amount of t.p. people use is staggering. So I'm finally being forced strongly motivated to do what I want to do.

How humiliating and yet hilarious the Great Toilet-Paper Shortage is. If we humans were to be wiped out by the virus (or something else), our collective gravestone could read:
                    THEY DIED WITH THEIR BOTTOMS WIPED