365 Days of this Bullshit

Quick reflections on 52 weeks of solitude in a 500-SF apartment

My bookshelf. Three of many bottles. | PC: me

It’s been a year. On March 9, 2020, I started my “self-quarantine.” That was a new word to me then (to all of us) and a wholly new experience. This exciting act of heroism — sequestering yourself away so as not to infect others — was a bit dramatic at first. Really, two…