6:14 p.m. — M. and I have big plans to order cheeseburgers and garlic fries from our favorite local burger place — we're trying to order from at least one small business or restaurant per weekend to help support. I try to give M. money for the food, but she refuses to accept and says that this is her and F.'s treat since I've had a hard week with the dog passing away, which is unbelievably kind. We play Mario Kart and Just Dance until we hear a knock on the door. It's not the burgers, but actually a gift from my friend, Z! She brings us strawberry rhubarb pie with coconut whipped cream and she also brought over her adorable dog (she stands on the sidewalk with a face mask on while we talk to her from the porch, with the dog running back and forth on a long leash between us, don't worry!). The food arrives right after Z. leaves and we are so excited. I don't usually eat red meat at all, but every few months or so, I crave a cheeseburger. And this one is really delicious.