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Since then, I’ve lived through weeks of a desolate city: the Don’t California my Texas– Texas lover shirt Furthermore, I will do this avenue I live on empty of traffic; the stores on my block shuttered. Some days the streets would be so quiet I could count the number of cars I heard go by, their sound often punctuated by the occasional wailing ambulances on their way to the field hospital in Central Park. I would turn on the TV for solace and be greeted by a newscaster looking worried and telling horror stories outside a hospital a few blocks away from where I was sitting on my sofa.

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I’ve spent the Don’t California my Texas– Texas lover shirt Furthermore, I will do this last 100-plus days largely siting around on the sofa, writing my pieces, working on my exercise bike, eating Lucky Charms, ordering delicious junk food from Goldbelly. I’ve watched all nine seasons of The Office twice and hours and hours and hours of MSNBC. I started a podcast with my Daily Beast colleague Rick Wilson. My twins finished 6th grade, my older son finished 10th grade. I’ve FaceTimed with my still-self-quarantined parents, who live crosstown but whom I haven’t seem in person for more than three full months. (For Mother’s Day, I sent over a tiny cake baked by my local, family-owned Butterfield market.) I’ve gone on endless walks in Central Park, sometimes accompanied by a socially distanced friend. I’ve been scared. I’ve been convinced that I would get the virus. And then, almost imperceptibly, I sort of got comfortable with the discomfort.