We are now in a Controlled Quarantine. The compulsory, “Stay At Home” orders are being relaxed and the various, “concierge” services,

There is a shift in our Lockdown Status, a glimmer of light on the horizon. We are now a designated,

This morning I get up late, there is not no noise. I look out the window, there is nothing to

Bleary eyed I arise, dress, and stagger downstairs to join the line, I feel like a shadow of my former

Can I even call it, “Lockdown” anymore? Other compounds in our community have moved into lesser restrictions but we just

April 25th is, for some, a day of celebration, and for others, one of remembrance: I was awoken this morning

This morning the cart comes… we have another delivery, what is it this time? The bag on my door fell

The weather has turned, it’s raining and cold. The damp air chills my bones: This morning, it rains non-stop and

This morning, it’s already 22 degrees… the days are getting warmer; I am on my last Barrel of water, things

45 days…six weeks… one and a half months… half a season… 1/8 of a year… Interesting how one’s perspective changes,