So, while everyone was celebrating February 14th, my night from the 13th to the 14th turned into absolute chaos. My close friend came down with a severe flu, and I spent the night with her while she was feeling terrible, and took care of her for the rest of the time. Then I went to my mom's place to wait it out, so to speak, and avoid getting infected, while her parents took over caring for her.

A few days passed and I went back, because working from my mom's place is very inconvenient. I took care of my friend for a bit longer — she is doing much, much better now, but still has fatigue and a bad cough. I took a course of pills so I wouldn't catch it myself, and only now do I feel like I'm mentally recovering.

Ironically, when I got home, I thought I'd finally have some peace, but that same evening a fire broke out on the 8th floor (we live on the 2nd). It was incredibly noisy and smelled awful. Thank goodness we didn't decide to go to bed early; I think we could have gotten severe smoke poisoning. Just noise and panic everywhere.

As I mentioned, I'm finally, gradually getting back to my normal life. This whole experience felt like one long, never-ending day, a lot of stress built up, and I haven't slept properly in days.

Long story short, I'm sorry for disappearing! I will reply to everyone soon, and work is officially back on track, which I'm incredibly happy about 💗