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At home, sheltering in place. The school is closed, so we are doing our classes remotely. I don't have any lectures scheduled until next week, so mostly just preparing and answering emails from anxious students. They are worried about not getting enough clinical hours to graduate, as we can no longer send them out to the hospitals. I'm not sure how this will all play out for them.
Apple blossoms on the first day of Spring.
It was a lovely day out yesterday. Cold and a bit foggy in the morning, but clear in the afternoon. The weather doesn't seem to know about the crisis that is brewing.
I talked with my new neighbor for a bit. They moved in a few months ago, and seem nice. All three of her adult children have returned from wherever they were and are now staying with her.
I took a walk in the neighborhood, down to the park and back. It felt good to be out. I'm not eating much lately, and have lost 10 pounds in the past two weeks. I can certainly afford it, but it is strange to not have an appetite. I am generally a nervous eater, but not right now.
I've started keeping a paper journal again. I used to write in a journal all the time, but gave it up around the time Malida moved to the US. I am surprised by how much I have to write--about 3-4 pages every night. I can write stuff there that I can't write here. The downside is that there are no pictures.
The sunlight is streaming in through my window as I write. Another beautiful morning.
Apple blossoms on the first day of Spring.
It was a lovely day out yesterday. Cold and a bit foggy in the morning, but clear in the afternoon. The weather doesn't seem to know about the crisis that is brewing.
I talked with my new neighbor for a bit. They moved in a few months ago, and seem nice. All three of her adult children have returned from wherever they were and are now staying with her.
I took a walk in the neighborhood, down to the park and back. It felt good to be out. I'm not eating much lately, and have lost 10 pounds in the past two weeks. I can certainly afford it, but it is strange to not have an appetite. I am generally a nervous eater, but not right now.
I've started keeping a paper journal again. I used to write in a journal all the time, but gave it up around the time Malida moved to the US. I am surprised by how much I have to write--about 3-4 pages every night. I can write stuff there that I can't write here. The downside is that there are no pictures.
The sunlight is streaming in through my window as I write. Another beautiful morning.
