Day 42----

I'm beginning to wonder if we are being paranoid by not going out for walks even. It is suspicious that this wondering aligns with the first sunny day in some time-- but most people are going out for daily walks. With masks, obviously, but still. In the UK they're even encouraged to get out for one hour a day. It could be that I'm just seeing people going out for walks on social media who live near Central Park or one of the other big parks. And London has so much more green space. My friend who lives up in the Bronx with three small boys, her husband and her mom hasn't taken her kids out in weeks. So I think that must be it. She says there's not enough space to take them out. That's also true here in Chinatown. I go on and on about that. But it's never been so starkly evidenced as it is now.

I wrote a lot more today. It was a napless day and I didn't take a photo to record it. To record the impatience and despair that the lack of alone time induces in me. The swift tears and shouts in her. But I sat down and wrote a lot.