Ready

If I had started writing on Days 1 through 12 of the first global pandemic of mine (everyone’s) lifetime, it would have been posts about people taking pictures of empty Target aisles and my mother claiming that the Covid-19 symptom no one is talking about is diarrhea.

But I didn’t write on Days 1 through 12 because I didn’t need to write. I was too busy getting ready. For what, I (everyone) had no fucking clue.