This is Erica. Here's our show, Number 7. Oh, So it's April 11th and it's a Saturday.

Everything feels like a Saturday.

The other day, Erica, you asked people to send a recording of talking to their partner spouse in bed in the middle of the night and it struck me so hard. In August I found out abruptly and out of the blue that I was getting a divorce.

And since August, I have been going through fascinating exercises and being alone, but not lonely, sometimes

lonely. The coronavirus has been a little bit like an

apocalyptic Thanksgiving for divorced families at least from my perspective because it's like end of times and I

nevertheless have to share custody with my ex-husband to be, which means I don't see my daughters who are

16 and 20 regularly,

which means I go in and out of this frenzied experience

of having them here like this terrific weather

system in our home to utter silence.

But man, is this a strange way to really bring home that I'm not part of a unit or a pair or a team where somebody's got my back anymore.

I almost look forward to seeing what the next four weeks of quarantine looks like because I have to think that this experience leaves no one unchanged.

If I could be who you wanted

if I could be who you wanted all the time.

All the time. All the time.

All the time.

All the time.

time. At this point I know three people who are one degree away from me who've died.

There was a colleague where I work they sent out an email. We had

been getting emails every night for a while. Like a new person has it, a new person

has it. Here's when they were last in the building, here's what floor they worked on,

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