Day Whatever, Things have changed. I’ve lost track of time – and by that I mean I have misplaced my watch. It matters very little to me because time is nothing more than a construct. Gone are the references to hours, minutes … seconds. The day is split into; when I woke, when I ate,…
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COVID19
Could be me. Could be you.
The words hang up there – floating…waiting. The person for whom they are meant goes about her duties unbothered, someone else has must take them in and ponder. ‘Someone’ does and looks around, a little perplexed. Is hand sanitizer sufficient, can you count on the honor system, will someone really step forward and declare that…