Devo and Bianca are gone.
Sheri is gone.
My thumb is still bruised and sprained but not broken. Not thanks to the Brooklyn Medical Group.
Work is building. Both at home and SOM.
People are getting sick at a rapid pace.
Break ups are abound in the city.
The snow didn’t stick.
The apartment is half full, or half empty depending on my mood. It’s slightly eerie.
The rain needs to stop.

I’m ok. Good even. Just too busy and hampered to write anything overwhelming entertaining or greatly pleasant. Just felt a need to do a quick update.