Shit really started to hit the fan about a month ago. And as the weeks pass, it feels like the shit particles just keep swirling around and around. Uncle Joe died in Long Island. Probably infected Aunt Marsha as well. Adam is home from Ghana but quarantined in LA with Dad and Irene. Justin is probably overly paranoid but he likely saw this coming faster than anyone else did. I’m still doing my thing. Riding my bike. Sipping beer in the cemetery. Doing my best to love on Steph and put decent food on the table for the kids.