Monday, March 23, 2020

My landlady is in the front yard as I head out in the morning. She asks if I’m going to work. I am. “Good,” she says. “That’s good.” As I enter the office, I hear, “Joe, I’m glad you’re here. We need your smile.” We manage to get enough people together for afternoon prayers today, though we hadn’t yesterday. Or was that on Thursday? The days are blurring together.