In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.
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This piece is by Jill Goldberg, writing on Tuesday April 7, 2020.
6:30 am: Amelia the flying cat wakes us, and by us, I mean me because she’s figured out that jumping on my head is a good way to get fed, while jumping on my husband’s head is a good way to get herself flung out of the bedroom.
8:30 am: Wake in earnest. The sun is out as it has been since isolation began. This is good because isolation in Vancouver in January would feel even more apocalyptic. To be honest, it’s been pretty hard to get in the pandemic mood when the magnolias are blossoming. Don’t they know these are end times? Who dressed this set?
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