What’s good?
We’ve been living with pandemic restrictions for a full six months now. In California, I’m guessing, we’ll be in lockdown for the rest of this year and into the next one. I feel like a fish adapting to breathe in brackish water – not swimming in the clear, clean water of normal life, but not tossed about in the cloudy, roiling surf of pandemic panic either.
Facemasks feel normal now, choosing what to watch and read every night has become a quiet pleasure, makeup no longer matters . . .