I am sitting in my closet. My office is in my closet in our COVID world, not in the Bronx. It's a pretty closet, all things considered. There is a skylight and space for a small desk. I am lucky. The rain is coming down hard outside. Where I live (now) we faced a drought all summer. The rain, cold and wind are welcome. I am lucky. My kitchen counter has ingredients for cookies laid out. My daughter will be off Zoom by noon and we will bake together. We are lucky. We are safe.