To my Darling Euradora, Time has lost meaning since the quarantine began. What matters dates and day names when everyday I wake, you are not there aside me? A powerful emptiness claims me as I dwell upon how this wretched plague has separated us all. And so, I must fill this void with Nacho Cheese Doritos and binge-watching old tv shows as I think on happier times. I do not know if we will meet again in this life, or the next, or perhaps on slack, but know that the image of you in my heart gives me the strength to carry on the struggle of keeping my ass rooted to my couch. My warmest (And so far not yet Feverish) regards, Ira