I had underestimated how much grocery I needed for a month when I had gone two or so weeks ago. Looking outside, the weather looked gloomy. Looking at the forecast, tomorrow was a pleasantly sunny day. I’ll go today, I decided, because there will be herds of people outside taking advantage of the sunny and warmer weather, despite the societal pleas to stay inside as much as possible.

Into my third week in isolated self-quarantine. I was actually feeling pretty cozy holed up in my apartment. Just working, drawing, writing, cleaning, cooking. It all felt very organic for me. I mean, I missed going outside without fear, meeting up with friends, popping into shops, and all that kind of stuff. But in this time where we need to stay in for the greater good, I didn’t mind so much.

Do you remember the episode of Boy Meets World when Shawn finds a purse and falls in love with the mystery girl, all based upon what she carried in it? Kiwi-mango lip gloss. A book of Sonnets. Van Damme tickets. Guitar pick. Movie candy. Classical music.