"I miss most you in the morning... We used to talk to over coffee. "

[pwheatonwmh]

I miss my family. The Zoom call didn't help at all, it just made it more poignant.

I'm getting exhausted from tearing up every day. Even the cashier at the station noticed my eyes were red today.

I miss my friends.

I need a game, or a beer, or just fucking conversation that's real, and organic, and in person.

We're all dying, but even the survivors have died a little faster this year. How hardened will the people that come out of this be? How much of society and relationship survives this year?

I miss a life.....