Still there? I imagine most of you are reading my small stuff in other places. The fact that more writing here followed my last blog is something. Again, thanks for all of your support. One day I may even get permission to link it. For all of you stragglers, a brief synopsis of the past 18 months or so is in order. My original planned trip was for only six weeks in the beginning of 2020, but I am still here with the borders closed. Since the virus began, to date, a little less than 19,000 have died countrywide and less than 100 in Da Nang, mainly due to the latest Delta variant. Saigon took the biggest hit. Astra Zeneca vaccines are starting and during October, the lock-downed parts of the country will somewhat reopen. After the second six-week “Wuhan style” lockdown last year, which I am blocking out, I switched to the way cheap, beach hotel/villa, out of town, online life, which I have been living for the past year. It seems as if it has been a five-star “Lost” type of living with hardly anyone here. Tourism is non-existent and we have the few open restaurants and big beaches mostly to ourselves. I live and work in a collared shirt and bathing suit by the ocean. This former beach guard is loving being in great shape and being happy again. It is wonderful here. Much of my stuff has been recorded and translated into different languages now, resulting in less work hours. It is more project management in different time zones, meaning more beach and river fun. That is the sweet. The bitter is seeing so many people and students out of work and missing a lot of good and bad back home. I try not to think about it. I try. So much is completed though. Doing right by a kid, teaching, and writing all went well. The payback and forward to my teachers of old, who took me in during a difficult time, has been completed. Much was for me as well. It has a mellowing effect. What now? For the immediate future, I return to the even poorer Da Nang soon for my first vaccine jab and administrative duties for the job there. Sadly, it is also typhoon season. September has been very lucky and beautiful. October is the peak. We got “stop signs bent over” hammered last year. So this work from villa life is coming to an end, or is it? Will there be another lockdown? Will I remember how to wear pants? Since my roots here are only getting deeper and places all over getting cheaper, it will be nice to look around in an entire lockdown free country. Let’s see. Luck and gratitude rule the day. I am still not 100% convinced that all of this is real.