It's one of the dark nights where I've become convinced William has it (he's got a little cough) even though we haven't seen anyone in 18 days (what if we didn't clean the hose enough what if it was on delivery or the mail) and we're gonna get it and I'll die because I'm fat and-

I feel like I can't stop crying.

Do y'all feel this too?

It feels like every story about someone dying I see is about a fat person and I'm TERRIFIED and I KNOW IT'S NOT TRUE but it feels like EVERYONE EVERYWHERE IS DYING