I am writing from bed today, because that is allowed when one has been on lockdown in their home for nearly two months. It’s late afternoon, and the sun is bright and sharp as it slices through my thin curtains, leaving shadows to float across…

How am I? I am every feeling, every thought, every mood. I am inside out, but I am not outside at all, ever, except for in the evening, when the sun is going down, and Nathan and I venture out into the neighborhood for our daily 3 to 4 mile walk. Then I am outside, and the world feels very close and familiar. Nostalgic. Like childhood. I can remember…