Which probably means nothing, but I have to isolate for fourteen days and I suspect I'm going to spend that time staring at the sun telling myself not to freak out, ahhhhhh.

I'm so sorry

wahhh, thank you;;;

I know that, given my workplace AND the fact that I ride public transport, there's a pretty strong chance this is just someone who passed me by and was maybe within range of me for, like, two seconds or something?

But it's still a disconcerting thought. But I wear masks, wash my hands constantly, like. I've been doing this right, so... just gotta weather this, I guess.

I'll be here too, sweetie, we'll get through this together, okay? Just like everything else we've gotten through. We can do this.

It's true, love;; I'm sorry for being a worrysnu

that was meant to have exclamation marks!!!

FREAKIN A. I'm tired of the states. I'm tired of Covid. I'm tired that you and your love of loves have to keep going through this BS.

I hope you don't mind prayers, b/c I will gladly add prayers, since I can't do anything else for either of you.

If there's... a courtyard to just. Sit out back? Just. Fresh air, at best. I just. Dear lanta. I wish you and your love-of-loves could be elsewhere. And just. Healthy. And. Gods. I'm so sorry.

Be safe. I'm thinking of you both, always.

You'll both make this, I know.

hugs to both of you