I fast forward through White House press conferences to the part where Dr. Fauci is talking. Everything else is crap.
Walking Ulysses is the best part of my day.
Automatically extend or renew visas or immigration benefits that are set to renew before the end of 2020, including DACA.
I call old friends I haven’t spoken to for a while.
I’m working with my brother to get our radio show and podcast back on the air, with us practicing social distancing and using Zoom.
Get people out of jails and prisons.
I wonder if Desus and Mero are going to do shows during the sheltering in place. I miss them.
There’s nothing new about me washing my hands all the time. I taught elementary school.
We need rent and mortgage forgiveness.
Anne put up Christmas lights in our front window.
I’m rationing the english muffins.
Where did Joe Biden go?
I called the pharmacy to check on my maintenance prescriptions which still have a couple weeks left to go. The pharmacy people were great and so helpful. I told them how great they were for being there. My voice cracked as I said it.
I want guaranteed basic income for everyone through the crisis and after.
I remind my older friends that we are from people who have gone through tough times before. Some of them are children of Holocaust survivors. Some are children of those who did not survive.
Some commentators say that the virus does not discriminate about race or class. But what about those who have no homes to shelter in?
We need universal health care.