Today is Tuesday. I don't know what day it's supposed to feel like because, frankly, I've stopped keeping track. It's hard to sort out the days – and my emotions – around a global pandemic. Remember those cartoons where someone would go rolling down a hill of snow and start to get balled up into a giant snowball? That's how each day feels and I'm covered and surrounded by feelings of anxiety, stress, sadness, and occasional bits of peace.

It's odd to grieve the lives we were used to. I now wonder if I took it for granted too: chasing after the bus, walking down the street to the coffee shop, being able to see my grandparents. I try not to think too much about the people I shared my daily commute with on the bus or the funny staff members at the cafe who liked to make people smile or my grandparents alone in a wheelchair or hospital bed.

It's all a bit grim, isn't it?

Anyways. Here's an audio story I did about making pasta: