I still have trouble remembering the days.

Birdsong.

There is a predictable rhythm to my work at the moment that is satisfying.

I know I am working slower than normal because I’m trying to listen so closely to what is being said. But what they are saying is so important and so necessary to hear.

There’s that sharp pain in my left shoulder again. Too much sitting in front of the screen.

I tell her she needs to drop a zero.

He asks me if I want to go for a ride. Yes. I have to take a break. I’ve been working for 5 hours straight already.

When you finally meet someone face-to-face - virtually - and you talk like you’ve known each other for years. But then you remember that you indeed have known one another for years. The internet is a strange place.

I remind him that when you’re stressed out and need to do a lot of things that you have to take care of yourself. Food is fuel and I need a lot of it. So, yes. I need a real vegetable with this chicken.

I need to rest.