April 2020


Today is a good day.

I can’t believe this is happening.

Feeling accomplished right now…like a boss.

How long have I been on this couch?

(Google “scurvy”) I’m pretty sure my family has scurvy.

If Raf says “Intracompany sales” on another conference call today, I’m going to lose my mind.

It’s ok.

I’ve loved having the kids home.

Why is my whole family laughing because I bought canned pineapples?

I can’t believe I just cut my own har. CUT. MY. OWN. HAIR. No-one will notice and no-one will care.

Now I think I’m Dr. Seuss because I rhyme things. Someone save me now. Save me now.

I have so much patience today.

I just winked at my husband. He looked surprised.

And then suspicious. Fine, I won’t wink at you again.

Iggy says he needs help with his philosophy paper. I can be helpful.

Plato? Seriously? I don’t have enough bandwidth for canned pineapples. Plato.

What will this all look like when it’s all over?

I’m so sad today for all of the people in the hospitals who are so sick.

How are my friends doing?

If I weren’t moving my body, I’d literally be going insane.

Diego said that he can’t imagine being in this house another month.

Another zoom call? What now?

If I lay here long enough maybe I’ll wake up and this will all have been a bad dream.

1 cup of whole wheat flour. 2 tsp. baking powder. 2 eggs.

I'm so insensitive, feeling miserable in my own blessed circumstances.

People need things.

I don’t have what they need.

What day is it? Wednesday? No, no. It’s Thursday.

Camila is happy as a clam.

What’s for dinner, day 4,587. Wilson?

If I brave the grocery store, I will go smiling and share that gift with everyone I see.

Did I just touch my face? Did I? I can’t believe I just touched my face. That’s it. It’s over.

Good morning, sunshine!

Oh, it’s raining. Again. Again. Again.

It’s so good to be here. This is the safest and most together we’ll be.

I just can’t.

Good morning! Again.


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