Blinking sleepily
The past month zoomed past, if zoom isn't too active a verb, without me living through any of it. At one point, I decided that when making notes at meetings, I would add a description of the setting, so that when revisiting the notes I would be more involved in them.
Mostly, these read: "Dark and raining outside."
The winter solstice cannot come too soon. Reversing global warming also cannot come too soon. Why am I here again?
Mostly, these read: "Dark and raining outside."
The winter solstice cannot come too soon. Reversing global warming also cannot come too soon. Why am I here again?