Turn over. Lie on your belly. I tell Brian. I press a thumb.

He and hell sharply. Do you want me to keep going? I ask?

Yeah, he mones into the pillow.

Okay

Wow, I am ridiculous. I mean, I'm glad you said it.

I don't want to have to indict you, but yes.

Hi, boom. Hello, Nicole. How are you?

I am. Okay. Well, actually, that's a light. I'm tired.

Because the clocks are fucking me up.

Because the white man has stolen my one hour.

And I won't be able to have it back until the autumn.

And I just need this nonsense of daylight savings to end.

You know, I've never really been affected by spring forward.

Not good for you. No need to boast.

Yeah, this doesn't bother me so much. I'm okay with the time change.

I'm not okay with the fact that I woke up with yet another sore throat and congested nose and all that crap.

So I am at home once again trying not to infect anybody,

particularly since you know, you get on the subway, you cough a little bit and everybody's looking at you.

You got the Rona. Yeah, the Rona.

Which is, you know, we're not making light of it. It's just, you know,

everybody's a little paranoid right now, I think.

That they are. And it's manifesting in some really horrible ways.

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