I'm in Florida. I've been here for weeks. Since March 9, so, about a month. The weather is wonderful. Nothing else is.

I am stuck 1800 miles from home in the middle of a global pandemic, caring for an elderly parent by myself. I can't even go to the beach, which is something that would normally bring me calm.

Writing usually helps, but I don't have time.

The photo at left was taken the last night the beach was open for sunset gazing. A treasure.