Morning: There seems to be a feeling in the air that this thing may be winding down. Do you feel it? Okay, I’m in the San Fernando Valley. We’re a bit spread out, unlike the millions living on top of each other in NYC, the island where people rub each other daily on the subway also known as a tube of disease. Just a feeling. I’m seeing more cars on the road. Doesn’t affect me though. I’ll still be paycheck-less until Hollywood comes up with their over the top, panic driven plan to go back to work. Meantime, here I am, communicating with you, yes YOU! Don’t sell yourself short. You are worthy. You are so damn important. Ah, you’re smiling. Yes you are. The more you try not to smile, the more you will smile. I see you.

Evening: I may have jumped the gun in my earlier feelings. I went to the chiropractor today. We both wore masks. A little weird. But we have some more time with this thang. But we’ve peaked. I’ll stand by that. We’ve peaked in our panic.