In the prairie

April 13, 2020 | Washington, D.C. | 40-49 years

It was the 19th century, and I was living in a cabin without electricity or running water, in the prairie. It was winter and there was a fierce blizzard. I heard a knock at the door. It was a friend, someone I loved. He was tired, hungry, and sick. I fed him and he fell asleep. And then I got on a Zoom call to figure out how to treat his virus.