The damned mirror crack'd

Yeah, stuff’s gettin’ real, people.

My place of employment is in the Red Zone; not precisely Ground Zero of the Kakistocalypse, but as close as dammit. Our building garage (and others in the Zone) is closed as of 1000 today, and they may be patting people down as they exit from Metro Center station.

I don’t know, because my manager strongly encouraged me to work from home today, and tomorrow we are thankfully off. But here are a couple of shots from the ‘hood as of yesterday:

Jersey barriers, which I imagine will be moved across the various intersections.

Death to parkers signs.

And, frankly, this is about as close as I want to get to the Kleptocrat and his ilk.

Basically, as close as dammit.