I don’t sneeze very often.

And now he’s in the ICU.

I wonder who will remain public figures after this is over.

Everything’s been on a truck at some point.

At some point all the gas stations turned into Speedway’s.

I keep trying to like sketchbooks. They’re so convenient. I can’t stomach paying for one with 300 gsm cotton paper though. I suppose I could not use every page but that’s just wrong isn’t it? And we mustn’t do wrong.

I never thought I’d know terribly much about the intricacies of masks. Oh well.

I hear the cities are running out of dogs for foster and adoption during the shelter in place order. That feels like good news.

I don’t know why exactly it became common for healthcare workers to post self portraits of themselves after wearing PPE all day. They’re interesting, but does make me wonder if they weren’t wearing PPE all day prior to this.

Plagues and pandemics make for excellent reading. Accounts of yellow fever are by far the more gruesome. I’m very aware that the 1918 influenza pandemic is more apt, but somehow it’s just not. The world is different.