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When Sis called Sunday, it had been nearly a month since we'd last talked, so a chunk of our conversation was about the contrast between what we'd thought we might get done during our confinement and how we're actually spending our time. She's doing more watching and less reading than she thought, but that doesn't surprise me because I always remember what mollpeartree said about watching the most television when her job was more exhausting, and keeping five boys busy in a twelve-room house has got to be pretty tiring.

I'm glad she reached out because I was--perhaps predictably--feeling pretty down. I saw other friends posting about family video chats and realised that, not only had we failed to organise anything similar, but that none of my family had reached out to me weeks. Right when things blew up, I called both mothers to check on them, plus my sister, and texted my brother, and that was the last I heard from any of them. I know we're pretty atomised, but I've long treasured how we pull together in a crisis. But not this crisis I guess.

Sis told me Mom is getting pretty restless, which hardly surprises me, and that she can't go anywhere because she let the battery in her car die, which surprises me even less. Our stepmom, at least, has neighbours to visit with. I know she's as thankful as I am that Dad isn't around for this mess; having him in a home right now would send everyone's anxiety through the roof.

The next day, I finally got around to checking my mail again. I don't expect much these days, but I had ordered a book from friends' shuttered bookshop in the hopes of keeping it afloat. I wasn't there but I found an unexpected package that turned out to be a handsewn mask from my SIL. I wore it day after for a walk with friends. I say a walk; what actually happened is that we rendezvoused on one street corner, went a block, and then made a loose pentagram while we yelled a conversation. Once we started getting chilly, everyone went their separate ways.

So I guess we're just going to see how long we can survive on this strange mix of online socialisation, phone and video calls, and kinda getting together but not really. Illinois is expecting the peak in hospitalisations to crest soon but it's not clear what happens after that in the absence of a proven course of therapy and testing regime, much less a vaccine.