Day 108 - Dinner

Since lockdown began, one hundred and eight days ago, I have been keeping track of the days in my black and white composition notebook.  Each day I sit down and write the date, the number of that day, and my schedule.  

Since I've arrived in Connecticut, I haven't done that even once.  I haven't written in my journal.  I haven't listened to my playlist.  I've just relaxed.  It's nice.

On Day 108, my mom let me make dinner for her and my dad--red pepper harissa soup and scallion sour cream biscuits.  It was weird to be in a different kitchen, but nice to feed them.  How strange and gratifying to make food and share it immediately after so many months of cooking for myself.