Day 17 isolation----

29,158 cases in New York City as of 10 am today.

Last night I moved an old typewriter cart into our room to make room in bambi's closet for the tiny new washer when it's not in use. So now I have a desk in front of the window looking out on the sparrows on the fire escape and the deserted street below with it's rarely passing, masked humans. I've wanted a desk for so long.

I made banana bread this morning and we left the apartment for the first time in 7 days. We walked the mile to the grocery store and bambi and I hung out in a soggy basketball court while Jesse speed shopped. They are limiting the number of shoppers in the store-- the guard said, "we're at capacity" as we watched Jesse disappear through the door. She ran a little then spent the rest of the time, hands shoved deep into the pockets of her wool coat, kicking sticks into storm drains. I felt bad... what if it clogs the drain and it floods because non-essential construction is banned now? Or worse, the flood becomes essential and the workers get the virus. I don't want to leave the apartment again for a long time.

Every night our fingers talk to each other and lately it's gone like this: "So! How was your day? You sad and worried?" -bambi to me and Jesse.

reading poetry and playing video game side by side while our bambi naps.