Time is a familiar friend that I’m not that close with anymore. I don’t remember what they’re like or what their favourite things are. They’re getting further and further away from me.

Time during a pandemic is measured by the days I have to go outside to work, or by lockdown days. Other than that—even when I am at work to be honest—I often forget that there is a date and name assigned to the day.

Today is going to be BIG DAY at work, unless I chop it up and throw some a tomorrow and the day after the day next … we’ll see.

What day is it again?

I’m curious about when then “new normal” will be. How long will the period of “covid literature” last? When will the memes and jokes become old? At what point will covid become “back in my day”?

We can only sit and wait to find out.