Another weird day.

My weekday-rush-hour commute now looks exactly like my early-Sunday-morning commute.

Emotions were running high at work, so much uncertainty and confusion. Nearly stress-cried myself a couple of times.

More depressing empty-shelf browsing on my way home, which I nearly blipped, but instead here’s Ian chilling in the street. After all, I did manage to get some loo roll!

I can’t wait for the day, an as-yet-undefined period of time in the future, when everyone is safe and well, and I come across this blip and laugh about how everyone lost their minds over fucking loo roll.