Being housebound, I have had time to think of all sorts of ridiculous, unimportant, and trivial things. Therefore, it’s not surprising that I’ve been remembering idioms I never would have guessed would be so apt. All of these have crossed my mind at one point or another in the last two months:
You’re going nowhere
All dressed up with nowhere to go
Getting nowhere fast
In the middle of nowhere
Nowhere to be found
Out of nowhere
Nowhere to be seen
In order to alleviate the tedium brought on by our current situation, we’ve been going for rides just to get out of the house. Those Sunday afternoon rides of yore are now Monday through Saturday rides, too. Of course, when we go, we have no goal in mind because we can’t stop anywhere or see anyone. It never fails that when we head out on one of these jaunts I envision David Byrne running in place. I love Talking Heads, really I do, but it’s perturbing that every time we leave the house I have this song in my head. EVERY.DAMNED.TIME.
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