The end of my self isolation is in site. We are breaking down the grocery and mail quarantine areas of the house. And yet the smear that time has become seems to be getting smearier as we near the day that I can worry 90% less about one of us catching the foul bug. Some peculiar time dilation. The relativity of lockdown as it nears the event horizon. I don't fucking know. I just want the world back.
I know that's a lot to ask for.
But that's never stopped me before.