I start to write diary again when this all begins. If I die, at least they will know my last thoughts, or it’s just because I simply have the time.
I try to call my mother once every two days, once a day if I can remember. I used to call her when I could remember, and that’s usually over two months until she texted me the sixth time. I know she is at higher risk because of her age, or I simply just have the time.
My kids start to spend 24 hours at home, which never happened after they got into kindergarten. After 3 days of my wife yelling at them to get out of the bed and stay away from computers, they eventually found those things undesirable. They actually show up in living room and dig up the board games they haven’t played in three years and then a toy ball I haven’t seen in seven years. The ball flies into my room during my virtual meeting with my boss. I don’t actually get angry now. Maybe I enjoy seeing they become close again, or I simply have too much time.
