2020: Do you have any plans this year? Yes? Too bad. Cancel them now.
I’ve left the house twice since March 6: once for the dentist, once for the doctor (both in June). I’ve walked to the mailbox, but I don’t think that counts.
I no longer have lunches out, which was one of my real pleasures: an escape from the work-at-home monotony and a chance to see people other than my parents. I don’t even get take-out, sadly. It feels too risky.
I had to cancel my annual writing retreat — pretty much the only week of the year that I have time with friends and get to write. I have to wonder if it will even be safe to go next year.
It feels like the last four months have been much, much longer. And there’s no end in sight.
We knew 2020 was going to be hard, but this? This is next-level. And it’s probably going to get worse.
