Happy Anniversary

We got word of the lockdown on the twelfth or thirteenth, two years ago. And the thirteenth, I remember, was a Friday. So that was when I started my personal self-isolation. Exactly two years ago.

The first lockdown, March to May, was the most difficult. But I was a ball of nerves and stress well into the next autumn, as I recall. It feels like a long time ago, but also like no time at all. We are in the same place somehow, but somehow miles ahead.

I don't know.