I swear it felt like that. There were a few cars out. I left home at noon after being glued to the tube for the whole morning with a party and a big wedding waiting at work to be designed for Sunday.
When I crossed the River into Cambridge, it became even more quiet. Trader Joe's was closed, Wholefoods too. There were fewer cars and no pedestrians on Memorial Drive which follows The Charles to Harvard Square (and beyond). A few students were darting through the Square: other than that, it was empty.
The shop is a 1/2 mile to the residence of Suspect #2. There will be a controlled explosion sometime this afternoon at that address. A controlled explosion. WTH?
Anyway, here I am at the shop grumbling over the peonies that didn't open: more hot water swishing and more hoping. I've made good progress with the centerpieces and I'll deliver some anniversary flowers to Newton when I leave. I've tried move forward as normally as possible, but this is far from normal. I encouraged Marisa to stay home where the Governor would like us all to be. This is not normal. Kate is in genuine lockdown in Watertown: she doesn't live far from where the police believe young Suspect # 2 is hiding. They've gone house to house searching for him. This is not normal.
The rabbits are happily ignorant of this craziness, although they were grumpy that breakfast was late.
I wish I were a rabbit today.