Before we forget. — I don’t write enough in my journal. However, I have two random journal entries from 2020. Friday, September 11, 2020 A wildfire burns nearby, smoke fills the air, and clogs the sky. Another day spent alone, in my 240 sq. ft. cone. Isolation wouldn’t be so bad, if I had a partner in my pad. Loneliness is a symptom of 2020…