Day 5

Didn't leave the apartment yesterday. Today I took a walk late in the day. Buses and streetcars are still running, but the only people in them are the drivers. No traffic. The occasional walker or photographer enjoys the cherry blossoms (as here), but everyone keeps plenty of distance. 

The writing goes slowly. I took a few hours break to read more of Delia Owens' Where the Crawdads Sing, which is about someone with a wild love of solitude, ease in isolation, and rascally independence, so of course I identify with the character. I came by those qualities by way of childhood trauma, but they have served me well.