Easter Monday was hard and I’m not sure why. Something to do with 4 weeks of isolation, I’m guessing.
Except to walk the dog, I’ve left the house exactly twice: Once to notarize a document at the UPS store. And the second time, to drive over the bridge to SF and my sister Patrice, to swap bags full of lemons for ramen and pasta. Olivia, Mateo, and I kept our 6-foot distance and refrained from hugs.
But oh, to be outside, in the world, to see my sister in real life. That was glorious.
