September 21. Monday. I do some chores and some work. I job hunt and feel stressed. A day like many others. It feels like I spend a lot of the day waiting for the announcement of a new lockdown, but this doesn’t happen. In the afternoon L comes back from her trip to Devon. In the evening we watch The Dead Zone (dir. David Cronenberg, 1983), which I have…
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