My Dearest Dorothy,

Today is the ninth day of working from home. I have forgotten the taste of of the snacks in the cabinet at the office. They say that we are fighting bravely, but truth be told I have not seen the enemy yet. Though we are well-stocked with toilet paper thanks to Providence, our other supplies are running low. I fear we will run out of chocolate-covered almonds completely the next time I get the munchies. Time plays funny tricks and seems to take forever to pass compared to the office, which I sorely miss. It seems now I must take my leave, as it is my turn to beat the cameraperson. They are panning repeatedly across sepia-toned photos, zooming in and out without rhyme nor reason, and we are told that we must belabor them about the head and shoulders with something large and heavy whenever they do this. I shall use my company laptop.

Yours in these Trying Times,
Soreth