My birthday has come and gone and I baked my own cookies, coached my family's making pancakes, and cooked dinner despite my request that the rest of my family do the cooking and baking duties for the day. I really shouldn't expect much but I was disappointed. My sister barely registers anything that requires her to go out of her way for anyone else, my mom's been nursing her leg for coming on the 4th month, and my dad's pretty useless in the kitchen. I know these things limit their capacity to respond to requests like this but figured I would give it a shot.

I'm mostly over it, though I'm pulling back on the kitchen activities. It's been added to my list of things that just aren't worth it unless I'm doing it for my own wishes.

For now I'm just grateful that I have a safe place to live that isn't costing me extra rent since I'm still current on my NYC apartment, that we have food and are healthy, and that things aren't burning down in NYC or in south Jersey. I feel for Minneapolis because shit's on fire, yo. For real.

I still have nothing profound I can say about everything going on, but find myself just sewing and watching events happen, as there are few things I want or need to be involved in. I still wish that things do resolve in a positive fashion even if the road to get there is rough, but I've seen this scenario before and it rarely ends well. This doesn't seem to be any different.

To everyone out there, hunker down and keep on keeping on (wildly cliched but an acceptable response to 2020). I've said it before and will say it again: This too shall pass.