Me Myself, I

It's very quiet. I am exhausted.

The boy arrived but has no bed, just a desk, hard chair duvet and pillow. He is expected to quarantine lying on the cold laminate floor. He has made a mat by rolling up his clothes and covering them with the duvet. I'm trying to remain calm. The quarantine is not cheap. He is unphased, he received the kettle he requested.

I spent a lot of time coorieing in, eating sugar and dosing. Tomorrow will feel better.