Of Mantelpieces and Pansies

Reading page 23 of Erik Larson’s The Splendid and the Vile, I picked up my pen and underlined a phrase.

Lately, I had questioned the rudimentary documenting of my day in words, when others were confronting the coronavirus in their practice or in person.

On that page, the words civilian diarist jumped out at me. Like Lucy screaming at Linus in a Peanuts cartoon, I heard myself say, “That’s it.”

That’s what I am.