Day 51----

There's been a distinct shift since hitting the fifty day mark--just too much. We had a relatively pleasant rhythm for a few weeks and now we are all mad. And weepy (me). And can't bend our necks (me).

"They managed to be so busy  doing the little they had to do.... even when they took a rest in the afternoon they made it sound like an assignment to be filled in a busy day."
A Start In Life p. 48 by Anita Brookner

I find myself angrily or vindicatedly scribbling "spring 2020, NYC, covid-19 pandemic" in glaringly incongruous passages or eerily applicable ones. Both will do.

I guess I've had trouble taking photos in this mood.