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A Product of Non-Sanitized Pens

A contamination even occurred here this morning.

The fair and industrious Trudy started the day with the birthday song. Then she handed me a hand-drawn card. The thing of it is, I don’t think she sanitized the pens when she drew it, and this was the product:

Despite her cautionary pronouncement, the virus seems so very eager to attach. Oh well. It’s the two of us, here. (The dogs don’t count in this reckoning.)

I’ll shelter together with you, baby, for as long as it takes.