It’s late at night on the seventh day of this enforced vacation. I hate this, but I can’t complain. No one here nor anyone close to me is showing any signs of infection yet. I went to the store for necessities today and wore a mask and gloves for first-time. It still feels weird. Tomorrow I begin an online challenge to write 1000 words a day throughout April for my book. Should be able to do it. I certainly have no excuse not to, and it will give me a reason to get up in the morning.