Well another day of creativity. Not. I'm not sure what it is. There's all this free time. I can't go out. It would be the perfect time to write. But I just get distracted and my mind wonders off. And no, not in the right directions. Our help panicking about the future doesn't help. It's easier with the cleaner. Of course, she's not cleaning at the moment. But we still pay her. So, at least she doesn't have to worry about that. Will she come back? I'm not sure. There's always a risk until they find a vaccine. And that could take years. Depressing times.