Today in therapy we talked about how (for those of us currently healthy and taking isolation seriously) right now we live in an infinite present. No future plans, no anticipation of travel or shows or events or celebrations. It’s an endless today, never tomorrow.

I think she framed it like that to try to help me articulate an anxiety, but surprisingly I found it an intensely soothing way to consider all the unknowns stretching out into the hazy distance