Chapter Eight: Silver Linings

Dear Diary,

As someone who is easily moved to tears during the best of circumstances, I am finding myself even more emotionally charged during this pandemic. I feel a lump in my throat when I see signs posted in windows thanking essential workers, I get choked up when I hear people clapping for frontline workers at night; I was practically gutted by that letter from a retired farmer in Kansas enclosing a N-95 mask to Governor Cuomo the other day. I tear up so often, I have taken to continuously chopping onions so as to not alarm the children.