A post-covid-realization is that I've fallen out of the practice of verbal communication. I've really enjoyed the space. I've really enjoyed the solitude. I've really enjoyed the privacy. I'm conflicted about whether or not I want to return. And if I do, how so.
So I thought I might start here.
My covid lockdown began energetically. I ran, I pickled, I baked, I tackled household projects. I had a daily journal where I ticked off my accomplishments, with a system l'd been using successfully for years. I can't find a moment when that changed. But it did.
I slowed down.
A lot.
Next?
