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All the Cozy Little Things Keep Me Going
The sound of rain, the feel of a pencil, the routine of making the bed—the power of these things to make me feel better, even in a pandemic, shouldn’t be underestimated.
On the morning of the seventh day of our self-isolation, the first thing I said to my husband was, “I’m terrified.”
“About what?” he asked.
I said, “Everything.”
He said, “There’s this funny thing people are doing on Twitter; they’re saying what their coronavirus nicknames are. What was the last thing you ate out of the fridge?”
“An apple,” I said.
“So your coronavirus nickname is Terrified Apple.”
I’m a terrified apple. Even in normal times, none of us truly knows what’s going to happen from one day to the next. Just because we signed up for a pottery class doesn’t mean we’ll actually get to glaze and fire a ceramic bowl. Just because you’re
