OK, how long’s it been? I started hearing how serious this was in the U.S. in the beginning of March, and by March 16th or 17th, I was working from home. By the 30th I was furloughed, and now I’ve been home alone a little over a month. (Because Topper–sweet as he can be — cannot be considered company. His conversation skills, even when he’s awake, are seriously…
I went for a walk last night around 10, to wind down and walk off the two cookies I cracked and ate today. It was eerily quiet. Lights were on in houses, I heard laughter coming from one. But it felt like everyone was just waiting. I imagine this is what it must have been like during World War II. People just waited at home for dreadful news…


