 Hi, my name is Lynn Weaver. I live in Davis and I am at home in shelter and place, like most. Today is my fifth plus week of confinement. I'll be going out to the country for a brisk walk, listening to my favorite music, great American country music. And later on, I will do a Skype interview for my next article with a French author who lives in Vancouver, Canada. And the article, unfortunately, is due yesterday. On week number one, I remember thinking, everything is going to be just fine. I work quite a lot from home anyway, internet, zoom, Skype, FaceTime, and WhatsApp all work just fine. I'm going to use the time for creating great things. I checked on my friends and family around the world, researched the virus, and watched some of the latest news. Then I took out my Pilati mat and my weights and practiced planks and abs. What about the garden? Well, it was too rainy and cold out there to do anything. In the evening, I binged on bland family movies that always seemed to be ending well. The following weeks have basically dissipated into oblivion, but for one notable exception. I distinctly remember how I dislike what I cook. Now, most of all, I spend a good part of my time dreaming. Dreaming of what I will do when this is over. There's nothing like dreaming to focus the mind. It chases away boredom. Good dreams, of course. Actually, bad dreams can be good too, like when you wake up from a nightmare and you are so relieved when, my goodness, it was just a dream. There you have it. Love and a million virtual hugs to all.