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Day 101: Phase 4

June 22, 2020

I was the only person wearing a mask this morning when I walked to the post box to send a birthday card. We got bored of this pandemic. It’s not our problem anymore; let’s grab a cocktail. During shelter in place, the city padlocked the playground in Welles Park. Every park posted bold-faced “PLAYGROUND CLOSED”…

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Day 96

June 17, 2020

Life descended into misery quickly and aggressively. It’s 96 days, give or take several hours, since my self-imposed shelter in place order began — though I wouldn’t describe my existence as a lockdown or quarantine these days. Phase 3 of Chicago’s COVID-19 reopening started June 3, I think, in the midst of world-rocking protests in…

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Day 53, late afternoon

May 4, 2020

I nearly made it out of the grocery store for under $100 (nearly, because the checkout guy forgot to ring up my chicken-apple sausage the first time around). This means one of several things: I am now a grocery-shopping sensei I actually bought $55 worth of groceries on Friday afternoon and am just now remembering…

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Day 53 (and a Monday, hooray)

May 4, 2020

I have dreams that I’m yelling at people for not covering their faces when they’re out in public. In my waking hours, I’m too tired to do anything but bore holes into the backs of their unprotected heads with my raging stare. (Or, when I do yell, it’s behind rolled-up car windows.) I found out…

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Day 48

April 30, 2020

I mean. So much for journaling every day, “for the historians.” LOL, it’s been 48 days since we locked the doors. Probably about 45 since my hands went raw from all the washing. A month and a half since I could take a deep, easy breath beyond the confines of my apartment. (And well over…

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