Today marks one week of being off work. Or, rather, “working from home”. I have so much privilege in my life, I feel guilty a lot. I try to be aware of it, see it.

I honestly can’t see life going back to the way it was before all this hit. I now have a personal connection with COVID-19. A very dear friend I met via Burning Man is recovering. She was asthmatic before and got it. My grand daughter just got out of the hospital Saturday, they wouldn’t test her because she hadn’t travelled but we also believe she is asthmatic. She was supposed to go see a pulmonologist two weeks ago, when all this started and they called us the night before the appointment and told us not to come. Our goal is to get home oxygen prescribed so she doesn’t have to go to the hospital when she gets sick like that. There are sick people in hospitals, dammit.

She’s my daughters youngest, turned 3 last November and she has the most awesome hippy name ever. My daughter outdid herself on this one. Her name is Aurora Rainer. Their last name is Starry. She is the spitting image of my daughter when she was a baby and that often melts my heart. The sass is also strong with that one, so we are all in big trouble. Here’s an older picture of her. Think I am going to go back now and see if I can find the pics from when we moved the bus out to the property….