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We were supposed to have pancakes to celebrate my birthday and Easter. We were going to fete the rising of Jesus from the dead, the rising of another digit in my age, me still very much alive. We code named it Pandemicakes.
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Tumbleweeds now trundle across a desolate desert highway faster than a Singaporean getting up for a glass of water. Life for 85 percent of people here has bonked, the way ice cream plonks onto the ground after free-falling from your cone. It’s not pretty. But nature — Coronavirus included — remains hard at work, what with all the pollination and preying and Darwining and climate changing and crazy moon phasing that needs to get done.