Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

I just watched the trash collection truck come by, and was reassured to see the robot arms pick up the recycling bin, dump the contents into the side of the truck, and lower it to the ground, before proceeding down the street.

I don't think there's likely to be coronavirus on the handles of anyone's bins, but even a small chance would add up over a week's worth of collections.

I also see another crocus sprouting in the lawn, which is cheering.