thinking about Richard II

Have just finished reading this amazing play. Very separate from the other works of Shakespeare, I don't think there is another like it. Certainly stylistically very different from the eight other history plays that Shakespeare is said to have written. The verse is incredibly rich---lots of Bible imagery. It has a solid dramatic arc; but Richard changes abruptly once Bolingbroke returns to England. As King he is sharp, caddy, loves to make word play with what others give him. Once defeated, he seems obsessed with measuring power---of course particularly the power of he and Bolingbroke. I felt really excited and involved reading it.
   For the rest of the day I stayed close to the apartment, spoke to a few friends and my niece---read a little bit in Riverside Park. Am I like a set piece in my apartment?  In the early days of the pandemic, I would plan a walk of about 20 blocks, in some cases maybe more, and usually follow it through. Of course, that was before the stomach cramps increased---and I received the news of the lower red blood cell count. Certain streets in Brooklyn or the Lower East Side where I used to walk all the time, come into my head. Will I return there?  Has it just become normal for me to remain close to the apartment---does the intense heat of the last few days, simply make it impossible for me to do any traveling? Or my strange sleep patterns? Not sure, will have to take it day by day.
  Just realized that the first scheduled baseball game of the "curtailed" season is being played as I write this. Should check it out---see if I can muster up some enthusiasm for this strange, put together season. Will report soon.