P.S. Wash your hands.
It's day 15. Since I stopped going to work, since the new normal has been the walls around my house, since we ate out, since 80% of Boston offices mandated work from home for all their employees, since we only step out for grocery shopping, and medicines. This is the new normal. It feels like an alternate reality, an episode of black mirror that no one asked to be a part of. Most days it feels okay, but some days come with anxiety and hopelessness. This is the new normal, at least for a while. As someone who prides herself in being up to date with the news, I now only consume the news that I accidentally come across. I am trying my best, for the sake of my sanity to not read anything about the virus, or how many people are dying from it, or how fast its spreading, if I can help it. I instantly glaze over the constant bombardment of articles, reports, forwards and home remedies on whatsapp. After the initial toilet paper frenzy, the next thing that is disappearing from the sh