Not doing well...

So maybe it’s the social isolation. I have the feeling that during this time period, certain folks’ importance in the world will become greater, while others become far lesser. And I will realize the pain of it.

I will be present, even if speaking is dangerous. Then I won’t speak.

But I must act.

By next week, home projects have to be contained. I need to take care of Logan. When the rains come back, I have to be ready to help the plants.

I have work to do.