Mine exists, but it is scattered among blog posts, long group emails with my oldest friends, notes I scribbled during phone calls, quick notes about our weekly Zoom family dinners, texts with my book group, feedback from my writers group, a postcard I received from a friend sheltering elsewhere, photos I’ve taken of empty streets. I have screen shots of Broadway casts Zooming, dance, comedy, song parodies, new songs, musical tributes to artists who died, citizens singing and