Learned today that on Wed., Mar. 25th at 9am I am going to move back to my apartment. The movers will take care of getting me packed up and ready.
That means I’ll be able to get out and do things. Like go to the bank and check on my account. And go to the park and get some sun. And, with any luck, prepare meals. And visit Tamara when she’s ready.
Of course it may mean a case of TF (Trump Flu), but them’s the risks you take.