Hello, Gentle Reader. We ran out of the house yesterday on some errands, so we’re staying in until next Saturday, when I have to pick up some things for Easter.
Today, I’m co-working with a good friend, which will be nice, considering how much I enjoy writing dates and working dates. She was kind enough to suggest it during one of my low “never going to get it done” periods, so I’m grateful to her for it.
Thinking dark thoughts today. Didn’t sleep well last night, woke up super early, and just worried about the world. I had one thought rattling around in my head when I woke up:
I’m not necessarily scared of dying, but I’m scared of dying alone.
That is what breaks my heart about Covid-19. People dying from it are dying alone, away from family, in the hospital, many of them in medical comas. That horrifies me.
Please stay safe, Friends.
The Postmodern Bluestocking 