

I was considered an essential worker, and so I toddled off to work every day as usual. I remember while my spouse was driving me in how eerie it seemed with how quiet the city was, and seeing 68 cents per liter gasoline prices was such a shock. The quiet was what really got to me.












A guy came into the clinic I work in wearing a spray paint respirator mask with a beekeeper’s veil overtop, and with dishwashing gloves that he had pulled ordinary latex gloves over. It was wild.