Quarantine Day 14

I wasn’t going to start a diary. I’m not a diary kind of person. But a person can only be trapped in a house with one other person and two dogs for so long. I needed to talk to someone else. Anyone else.

Everything seems so dark. But it’s 8:20 pm, so that’s normal for this time of year.

One ray of hope did shine on my day. A single package arrived delivered by the one person I see consistently. The brave mailman, an unmasked hero walking courageously through this perilous time. A blue and white crusader, not the hero we deserve, but the one we need. He brought an apocalypse-worthy supply box. Hopefully, it boosts morale long enough to weather these uncertain times.

The Arrival

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