Quarantine Diaries 2020

since March 12, 2020, i have not been in the office.
that is in so many ways when the apocalypse started. coronavirus has taken over the globe and NYC is becoming the epicenter of the virus in the U.S. white flight has begun--upper middle class white Americans are fleeing to their suburban homes in various parts of New York and otherwise. i thought about maybe going home but thought on the other hand, that could just add stress at this point. maybe i will reevaluate in 2 weeks.

since last saturday, i have not left the apartment much. once on sunday to go for a run/walk. last meal on the outside world before everything became just take/out delivery. left again on thursday to go to the post office to pick up the package i had ordered pre-apocalypse.  little did i know last week that would be the last time that things would feel somewhat "normal" (great pie day though).

and now i'm trying to remember how to be a creative human.