The memoir and the videos had me thinking about everything going on in my life at the moment, so I wrote in my bullet journal. Fear marked today’s entry as I wrote about how scary the coronavirus situation in America has gotten and how I never fully realized it’s a life-and-death situation for some.

I headed straight for my laptop — today is a huge workday, and I realized I had little time left to lose: the three day grace period Columbia Public Schools has implemented for students from April 1 to April 3 in the hopes of promoting health over schoolwork for the moment has merely pushed my deadlines for class assignments closer together. I was determined then, despite my earlier laziness, to get my tasks done so I can relax later.

Greeted by a loud “meow,” I woke up today at around 8 a.m. with my cat, Daisy, standing in front of my face as she begged for breakfast. Today is April 3, but I barely noticed the date as time seems to fly fast when there’s not too much to do while stuck at home. I keep thinking of different ways to contain my boredom as COVID-19 and the quarantine drag on.

The dream I most vividly remember happened early this year when I was napping in the glorious, sun-lit afternoon. With no major errands to run and a comfortably warm room, I finally got some nice shut-eye.