2nd day back to work and the ol' assembly line is picking up again, life is moving at a faster pace. I, however, am not quite there yet. On coming home exhausted P stepped up again and attempted an egg scramble that somehow tasted amazing. This day marked New York City's first curfew in 75 years. I was in bed by 8pm and had no issues with De Blasio's decision on this particular night. This meant I would not be asked to work late, something I was super fearful of whilst the world was in turmoil. But so many people would need to travel to work at night and let's face it, that would be people of color and that was a problem waiting to happen. You only hoped it would be clear to law enforcement who was commuting to and from work and who was breaking curfew for other reasons.
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