pandemic scrapbooking

waking up to dogs on my pillow

leaving messages

birthday w an emergency candle

rereading a book

evidence of housecleaning everywhere ft nobody risks garbage picking this gorgeous table

I take a walk in the evening. People are out with dogs sometimes but less and less, and everyone crosses the street to be many many feet away. I sometimes talk on the phone as I walk, work meetings that start early and go late. I notice: I have to stop talking now if a car goes by, all the cars out are missing a muffler / pieces of shit, only the poor people are still going to work face to face. I see an older woman lugging groceries toward the rent controlled housing unit nearby. She crosses the street to get further from me.