( This is how I’ve felt all week . . .like I’m all alone on top of a mountain without anyone for about twenty gazillion miles) I’m listening to an iTunes mix “Virtual Hug.” That’s where I am. I miss them—hugs—so much that I am forced to listen to a mix that is supposed to make me feel hugged. So far, not so much, but I really appreciate the effort. I don’t even know why it’s so hard. I mean, so many families not only have quarantine but they’re fighting this horrible sickness that debilitated them. It’s the worst. And I feel so so so bad for them. So far, we’ve been so lucky and I know it. I’m lucky in a bazillion ways and I know that, but it’s still hard. When I get out (it literally feels sort of like a prison sentence), I am going to make up little treat bags to drop off to all the quarantined families (oh, it’s real here, so real and happening). The little drop offs, notes and text, well, lets just say, they make me cry. ...