A new temporary cycle lane was created in my local area, to allow more space for cyclists. 

A picture from April: the waiting room at the Animal Hospital’s ER.

A mural went up in our neighborhood declaring "Everything Will Be OK." The image has been reproduced on ubiquitous lawn signs. They often appear next to Black Lives Matter signs, which raises a question: How can you say everything will be ok when it was never really ok before?

This is a UV light box. I bought it last year at a sex toy expo. It's meant for cleaning sex toys. It now lives in our living room (i have two roommates). During the pandemic, we have been using it regularly to clean our phones, face masks, keys, remote controls, etc.

The trailer is parked in front of The King’s English Bookshop, one of the quainter bookstores in Salt Lake City. Inside, orders are lined up alphabetically, a kind of glorified anonymous — and socially distant — holds shelf. I miss perusing the store — and a nosy part of me wants to peek inside and see what others are reading during this time — but the cheerful café lights lend a little ambience. The sheer number of packages make me hopeful that this lovely shop will make it.