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Return back with me to the first week of quarantine and our first trip to the grocery store (Which is a continuation from this previous comic, as it happened all on the same trip)

I'm not exaggerating, the British food shelves were STOCKED.

Compare that to.... uh, every other aisle.

⬆️Look, that's Matt 💕💕💕

I'm writing this while wearing an N95 mask inside my house because the smoke from the wildfires have enveloped my city and my friends and I are all nervously texting each other to see if anybody else is starting to make their evacuation plans. I know, I know, it's unlikely we'll go past a Level 1, but... y'know... that's the stage where you're 'sposed to at least make your emergency plan.

When we were all told to go into quarantine back in March, I had a number of friends who really didn't handle it well, they felt claustrophobic in their homes, they really felt the strain of being confined. I didn’t really mind 'cos I like being home and I felt kind of relieved to have a rock solid excuse to cancel all my plans and shut out the rest of the world with Matt. (Which, yes, I know: privilege. That's a whole 'nother essay.)

With this smoke, though. Jesus. I guess this is how my friends felt. Locked in. Toxic air. The yellow haze feels like a blanket wrapped around my century-old porous house and I absolutely cannot open the door under any circumstances. It's scary. I've been scared all day. I'm ok and I'm sure we'll be ok but I'm just, y'know, scared. It's scary.

In my entire 37-years of life, I have never experienced anything remotely like the accumulation of disasters that we've undergone in 2020 alone. It's just amazing. In the bad way. It's amazing in the bad way.

What a time to be alive.

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