Some people think that those who live alone weathered the isolation of COVID better than others because we are used to silence and lack of human company. Not true for me. By May of 2020, I was dealing with loneliness and a deepening sense of despair. So I got out my camera and tripod and created an image of how I felt. I am leaning on the dollhouse my father made for his children in 1955. I then played with the image, creating a black background to surround me. I have it as my obit picture if this awful disease ends up taking me. So far, I have not had to use it.