Health

I may be folding socks on a falling airplane, but in these troubled times I need to be busy and I find comfort in the pantomime of normalcy.

Diversity, disagreement, voting and government link people together in the supply chain for the public good. That’s why we share the cost.

I’m going cross-eyed navel gazing. The autopsy on my bad mood revealed dread clogging my subconscious like plastic in the oceans.

If lockdown isolation is doing to your brain what it did to mine, I have empathy for you. You need a hug. The affection deficit is real.

I took a mental health day, watched the clouds roll by, let go of time and all the plans I pack into it like an overstuffed suitcase.

I have a black hole on the left side of my face near my nose. It’s been there almost my whole life. My dermatologist looked at it and gasped.

I’ve been reflecting on where I was a year ago, Before The Pandemic (BTP), what has changed and what has not.