One night this past week, I caught myself feeling this particular angst of uncertainty that has come up so often over the past two years. I just couldn’t quite shake the sneaky suspicion that this virus is causing everything in the world to unravel once again. So I bundled up and left the house to take the dogs for a walk to relieve themselves, because nothing gets your mind off of existential dread better than stooping down with a plastic baggie over your hand to scoop up another living being’s steaming pile of shit.
Thanks - I needed this today.