122) Full of it

If, 10 years ago, we had a conversation where you told me that when 2020 rolled around that a) I’d have a son who’s in treatment for leukemia, b) the world would be in the midst of a pandemic from a virus that’s related to SARS, and c) I’d be out on my front porch on an April afternoon, sanitizing my groceries because of a), and b), I’d have laughed and said that while you have a strange, vivid imagination, you’re full of shit.

Well. Here we are.

It’s been almost two months since I’ve written anything for this space. This COVID19 pandemic, and the lead up to it has caused me an immense amount of stress. I’m keeping this entry short and sweet, but I’m going to try to get back in the habit of writing more frequently.