Day #327. I have divided the room into separate spaces - one for eating, one for reading, one for writing, as well as, of course, the bathroom (which also serves as a laundry) and the Binge-Watching Bed. This helps my mental acuity.
The walks on the roof accompanied by guards are such a relief - fresh air! sky! Although some days I have such a listlessness that I barely move from the bed.
I have completed my memoir and the Quarantine Symphony is well underway. I'm still unsure how many movements it will have.
Speaking of movements, the food isn't great, but I seek to be grateful for all things. I got a banana for the first time today. There are many less fortunate in the world. The Aeropress brings me no small degree of comfort. Friends and family have been very kind, sending messages and smuggling in parcels.
I would like to say that there is a camaraderie among those interred here, however I only see others on the occasional exercise outings, and I fear that we are much changed since our arrival. Well, I know I have changed most days. But sometimes I run out of clothes.
The guards are generally kind, and if not, at least silent.
I have heard a scratching on the wall and wonder if it is another resident or rodents.
I keep telling myself that it won't be long now.
Oh well, time to run another room-lap half marathon.
C'est la vie.