So. COVID, COVID, COVID. LiveJournal in a time of plague. Frankly, I haven’t been writing anything because first I’d have to explain to the future about this entire pandemic.
However, we’re still talking about the 1918 pandemic, so I’m going to assume memory.
Per my title, I’ve been singing Life During Wartime under my breath since this started. I also note that shopping has become very Soviet – you stand in line for a while, and when you get into the store you check to see what they actually have. Though slowly some supplies are coming back – yesterday there were still no canned vegetables or cooking oil, but they did have a little TP.
None of us have killed any of the other, even after being in the apartment for, what, two months now. This is good. Let us hope that this is stable.
In any case, off to do laundry. Still here. Still breathing. Keep well.