Another day. Another day that looks the same as the ones preceding it. I can hardly tell the days apart anymore.  Does it really matter? I spend most days alone. Loneliness in a pandemic feels different somehow. I can’t quite articulate why, but there’s an invisible weight present. Is it that there’s another layer of uncertainty in the air? The longing for connection seems more impassable and out of reach. The physical barriers between us, the newly learned way of keeping our distance from each other, add to the feeling of disconnect and isolation. But it’s crucial for my mental and emotional health to leave the confines of my home.…