I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

This is my backyard today and Alaska has plenty of room to wander safely.

Also, little Emilia has a resting face that smiles.

Pearl is very happy to practice social distancing.

Trixie, not so much.

UV rays are supposed to kill germs, so I washed the sofa slipcover and the pillows are taking a sun bath.

Last night Chip and I had a little argument, no doubt sparked by evening news induced anxiety, small business owner stress, and, well, you know, all of it. (The governor of Alaska announced a mandatory 14 day quarantine for everyone coming into the state with a 25,000 dollar fine for violating it. Juneau now has what Alaskans are calling a “hunker down” rule, which sounds cozier than shelter in place.  Haines should pass a similar resolution tonight.) Normally, I love the weeks at hunting camp, or the cabin, far from everyone and with no phone service. Now, all I want to do is call and text people I love, and I really miss going out for coffee with the ladies (even though I never did that much before, as I was too busy working at home.) And don’t you wish you’d hugged and kissed every nurse and grocery clerk you know when we still could?

I bought this print in Juneau a few weeks and a world ago, and hung it in the upstairs bathroom yesterday. As soon as I saw it this morning I wasn’t mad at Chip anymore. And when you see it, I hope it reminds you of all the people you love, and of all the people that love you, too.