Dinner at home alone. The neighborhood is a ghost neighborhood; many stalls are closed and even D. shut down her store, presumably for her family to go to the cemetery.

Angelique, Aubrey, and Jazz went shopping this afternoon and are having dinner out.

Surprisingly, M.'s cafe has customers. Possibly neighbors who don't feel like doing their own cooking tonight.

Night chores.

Brought some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

My favorite time has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with a Netflix movie.