Time is different than it was, and it's measured in two-week intervals.

It's a new day. Still, I did what I did yesterday.

I feel my forehead multiple times a day. No fever. Good.

I listen to my breathing. Is it the same, or labored?

I cough. Is that OK, or the start of something?

I worry. There's so much uncertainty out there. Will we get through this? What will life look like then?

I go to bed, but don't sleep. I watch reruns of an old show. Maybe dose here and there.

And then I start it all again.



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