Day 52:
I love the feeling of going downhill very fast in the early morning on a bike. It just feels so freeing. No cars, no other bikers or runners, just you, the wind, and the glasses that are about to blow off your face.
I had two 'birthday parades' yesterday where we drove by and honked and yelled happy birthday. I have another tomorrow and another on Sunday. My friend joked that she was turning blankteen in quarantine. We all laughed, kind of forced, cause it's sad. Birthdays are meant to be surrounded by the people you love, celebrating another year together on this planet. Now it's celebrated 6 feet apart, celebrating just another day in quarantine that happens to be the day you were born.
I read an article today about a mother whose daughter died from cancer. She wasn't allowed to see her as she was dying due to Covid concerns. I cried for that mother, and it kind of broke an emotional dam in me that I didn't know I had. These are such stressful times. I had a complete breakdown, recovered, washed my face, and went back to taking notes on the Enlightenment era for history.
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Journals from Quarantine
Kurgu OlmayanOn March 17th, 2020, the region I live in was placed under 'shelter-in-place' laws, basically telling us we're not allowed to leave the house except for grocery shopping. I've decided to keep a journal. I don't care if anyone reads this, I just wa...
