I made sure to buy some tulips during our last trip to the grocery store. I’d prescribe a bouquet of flowers to everyone who is at home, waiting this out. In our area, the landscape is still dull and brown, with tiny bits of green emerging, though not enough to change the view. Flowers help a great deal.

More and more news emerging. Paris! No cafés open, Shakespeare and Company closed; it’s truly hard to imagine. Cafés are such a huge part of the everyday life of Paris; they’re everywhere, they’re open into the wee hours, I simply can’t imagine them empty.

Our library is closing for two weeks as of Monday. Thankfully, they gave us a heads up, allowing time for people to stop by and stock up on books.

Don got an email from his agents yesterday. The woman who heads the agency said that every working client, whether in television, film, or the theater, has been laid off. No one  is working. That means the agency is not making any money. So, to remain solvent, she’s had to lay off the other agents for a few weeks and she’ll man the office and also work from home. Every actor, writer, and director either lost their jobs or is being laid off indefinitely. It’s so hard to get a job as an actor. You finally get one and you’re laid off.

I know that we’re not special – this is happening to everyone on some level. But to those who are working and still being paid and can work from home, you’re very fortunate. Actors and dancers and musicians and singers cannot do that. Their work ultimately depends on a live audience. And live audiences are now a health risk.

It was interesting here yesterday. Even though I’m a homebody and can easily spend days at home without going anywhere, I discovered that staying here of my own free will is very different than knowing I have  to stay here. Suddenly, I was restless. I know that I’ll get used to it, but it was telling. I want staying home to be my choice. When it’s not, I get a wee bit edgy.

We’re reading, listening to music, Don is practicing his guitar, I’m cleaning and doing laundry and spending too much time online. But I’ve found that Instagram is rather comforting – I really get a sense of camaraderie there – we’re all in this together.

Anyway, my friends, hang in there.

Happy Sunday.