What Kind of Knucklehead Moves to a New Country in the Middle of a Pandemic?
Um… That would be me.
I’m doing some client work with the sliding door open because it is finally warm enough to leave it open for an extended length of time and let in some fresh air. My laptop is exactly where it was meant to be — on my lap. My feet are up on the arm of the loveseat and I’m writing.
I can hear the drone of workers, some closer than others. But there’s also another sound. The sound of acoustic guitar and a man singing in Portuguese is drifting through the…