The Corona Virus has hit the world pretty hard, and I’ve been feeling pretty bad that I’m not really suffering. My life hasn’t actually changed that much. I’m pretty solitary by nature, sitting in my Manhattan apartment every day with my cat, typing away on my fluffy, smexy novels, you know? The only difference is that now my spouse is sitting at the table, typing away and doing his job remotely as well.
I don’t have to go out every day to wait tables or teach a class; nor do I have to wake up at the crack of dawn to scrub in to a surgery to save lives or anything like that. My life is actually pretty great. And my husband and I are so, so lucky that his job can be 100 percent accomplished from home with no interruption whatsoever. It’s pretty ridiculous that we live in what is now the epicenter of this unholy mess and our lives can keep rolling right along with hardly a blip, except that my favorite hummus is sometimes unavailable at the grocery store.