Ah, ‘tis true, I’m spending Easter morning by myself in my bedroom. My bedroom, where I’ve been since Thursday afternoon. My bedroom, which has everything I need… except food and people. The people in my house bring me food, coming in with face coverings and running out like the germs are chasing them. Which they probably are, so their actions are sensible. However, it adds to my sense of isolation and general untouchable-ness. Therefore, I’m reaching out to YOU, Dear Reader! Don’t you feel lucky? (No, you can’t catch Covid from reading this. I’m nearly sure.)
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