You know what's weird? I sleep like a baby since I had a heart attack less than a month ago. You'd think I'd be up and worried about my health, but I'm not. It's like I was set free of worry entirely. Even about this epidemic. I am concerned for humanity, grieve at the suffering, rage at the injustice, but I'm not worried at all.

I am fully accepting of my mortality, and absolutely at peace. Wish I could share that peace with you, but if you'd have to pay the price I did for it, I wouldn't wish it on you.

Thanks!