(Sorry, peeps, Blogger is not letting me change the mice type.)
In the midst of the conflagration known as tRump’s management of the coronavirus, I am among the lucky ones.
I work at home as a writer and I’m used to its day-to-day solitary nature. (Just don’t take away my internet!) My husband’s job as a security office is deemed “essential” but he has minimal contact with others and carries around disinfectant and wipes. We have income from our jobs. We both collect Social Security. Our fridge and cupboards are well stocked, and yes, we have plenty of toilet paper and cat food.
In the midst of the conflagration known as tRump’s management of the coronavirus, I am among the lucky ones.
I work at home as a writer and I’m used to its day-to-day solitary nature. (Just don’t take away my internet!) My husband’s job as a security office is deemed “essential” but he has minimal contact with others and carries around disinfectant and wipes. We have income from our jobs. We both collect Social Security. Our fridge and cupboards are well stocked, and yes, we have plenty of toilet paper and cat food.
