OMG. I can’t believe I haven’t written anything in over a month. And so much has happened in the world, so much as happened in me, I would not know where to begin.

How strange it is to be back in my home city, reunited with my community of friends who I have had absolutely no contact with, because of covid. I traded in my New England quarantine for a Chicago quarantine and it feels almost exactly the same. But with better take out options. It’s true.

Strangers are a bit friendlier too.

Even behind masks.

But not being able to smile at anyone… this is no way for people to live. Which I should not be complaining about because the main thing to do right now is to try to keep living. Try as hard as one can.

Writing makes me very tired.

Any effort makes me tired.

But I should not complain.

At least I still inhabit a body that is still capable of getting tired.