Dearest Mother,

I write to you from a safe distance of six or more feet away. Times have been hard lately. The children have been home for over a week now, with no end in sight. My husband has been working from home, which is a blessing, but my sewing room has been turned into his office. Not that I have time for crafts, what with the children being home twenty-four/seven.

A small bit of good news: the local market has carrots in stock once again, so I am able to make soup. However, they are still completely out of commode paper. We have supplies for a few more days. After that… well, I prefer not to think about it.

Thankfully, no one is yet sick. Our hands are chapped from all the scrubbing, but it is a small price to pay for health. Tell Father I am enduring it well.

Your loving daughter,

Laramie